That was my username.

My user title recently changed here (it was déjà vu).

Stop with your damn facts and proof and links and all that.

quoted by classicman:

I control my body.

I call shenanigans on that single line. If women in the US really, honestly, truly had control of our bodies, my ovaries would've been gone by the time I turned 22. Instead, due to serious side effects of pesticide exposure they have not worked properly without chemical intervention EVER and I've been forced to keep those damn little cancer bombs since they fired up and refused to do their job properly in, lemme think...spring of 1984. As it is, I'm in early menopause and only have to wait another 19 years (or until I get cancer) to have the bitches removed the way I've been wishing for since I was 14 years old.

My best friend fought and fought and fought just to get her tubes tied. This woman, at that time, was borderline-morbid obese, 80% deaf in one ear, 60% deaf in the other, legally blind with her contacts in, had been repeatedly told she should NEVER get pregnant because her CLASS FOUR HEART MURMUR wouldn't let her live past her second trimester, and 110% hated being around babies and little kids. She was also in her late 20s by then, so not exactly 'high school bullsh*t' on this one.

And as the surgeon was washing up in the prep room while I held her hand until the sedation kicked in, he looked disdainfully at us and, in just about the most condescending, contemptuous tone I have ever heard from anyone, says to her:
"Well. I guess I really can't talk you out of this."

As she started crying, I smiled back at him and snarled "NO SIR YOU CAN NOT." Without me there, he might very well have refused the surgery her MD and her gynecologist had both strongly advocated that she have immediately!