There are many contraceptive options on the market nowadays; one of these is the male pill.
But how many people are interested in this form of contraception?
According to research by a Dr Susan Walker, only half of the women and men she questioned said they would use the male pill when it came on the market.
The women were apparently worried that their partners would forget to take the pill, while some of the men believed taking the pill would detract from their masculinity, because a contraceptive pill was culturally associated with women.
Strangely, men weren’t concerned about the pill having an effect on them biologically, such as causing infertility, but the fact that the pill was associated with femininity. On the other end of the scale, some men believed that taking the pill would be the more responsible way of practising masculinity.
If you’re a woman, how do you feel about your man taking the pill, and if you’re a man, how would you feel taking the pill?
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Hands down, rape must be the worst type of sex.
I can’t imagine what it’s like to be in that situation – absolutely powerless to do anything, yet utterly confused because your body is reacting to the sex act in a way you don’t want it to.
It must be the worst, the most frightening, the most degrading.
An All Women Stalk post lists “forced sex” as the third worst type of sex. Personally, I don’t see how it can be less horrible than BDSM or drunken sex, unless the latter also included forced sex.
In BDSM, usually both parties have made an agreement regarding the sexual act.
What is your opinion?
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I like to think that my body is my own, and what I do with it is up to me.
But South Dakota in the US has become the first state in the country to make it compulsory for all women who want an abortion to attend a consultation at “pregnancy help centers” to learn about any help they can get to keep the child.
I know that abortion is a difficult subject for many people, because, firstly, people – I say people because it is not only the woman involved in sex – can protect protect themselves from pregnancy, and secondly, because it’s a little life inside of you that you’re killing.
My issue about this law though is that if a woman is raped, it means she has to keep the baby. Never mind the fact that it was made in fear, horror, hate, power, control… and not love. If she can look after the baby, she has to have it. Sure, she can give the child up for adoption if that is one of the options allowed, but we all know how much emotional and psychological pain this causes for both the child and the mother in the future.
Another thing I’m wondering about: the US is trying to cut funding for Planned Parenthood, an organization focused on helping people plan for and deal with children. The organization has been struck out at for supporting abortion, and this is why the funding is being cut. But are there other such organizations in the country? What are these supposed “pregnancy help centers” they are talking about if Planned Parenthood no longer exists? Without a dedicated organization that can deal with your issue professionally, will you have to go to a clinic to attend these consultations? Or, even worse, a police station?
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I know we’re living in the 21st century. All women know that.
But how can we accept our new roles as being the equals of men?
I myself am guilty of this “feminist” sin – believing that men are better than me. I find myself becoming jealous at how easy it is for them to join a team, to get a hole-in-one or get that discarded paper ball in the rubbish bin with every toss, to be paid more for doing the same job, to be accepted into a senior role without feeling that you’ve done something wrong. And I think to myself that perhaps the men really are better than me after all.
But there are other things I’m jealous of men for: for not feeling the need to look over their shoulders every time they walk down a dark alley, to not feel as though they have to carry a bottle of pepper spray within easy reach, to not be afraid that when they hoot at a rude person on the road that they might step out of the car and want to harm them, to not feel as though simply walking through Checkers makes them feel as cold and objectified as the salami they’re walking past.
And the fact that I am actually afraid of men makes me realise that it is not them who are better than me. If all it takes to make men afraid of me is centuries of brainwashing about being the weaker of the species, centuries worth of literature telling women how they should be, centuries worth of violence against women being dusted under the carpet – if that’s all it takes, then they’re no better.
Without all those centuries, all we would be is…equal.
I’ve often wondered why there are so many teenage girls out there who dare to bare as much as possible when they go out. What is it about dressing scantily that makes them think their dress sense will inspire admiration for their fashion sense?
Well, admittedly they’re only doing it to impress the male halves of our species, who catcall and whistle to show their admiration. Why is it that this is the kind of attention they think they should be getting?
But at the heart of it all, we have to ask, as Jennifer Moses asks, “Why do so many of us not only permit our teenage daughters to dress like this – like prostitutes, if we’re being honest with ourselves – but pay for them to do it with our AmEx cards?”
If we do deplore the way these girls, and perhaps our very own daughters, dress, why do we not deplore our own insanity in actually purchasing these items for them?
I am actually of the opinion that some parents of today would rather drop their daughters off at the nearest mall with their very own purchasing card just to get them out of the way for the day. So the parents are not technically the ones “allowing” their children to buy the clothes because they’re not actually there to monitor the clothes being bought. However, handing their children money for the day out or their own credit cards – a la Paris Hilton – is facilitating them.
What do you think?