Apologies for the lateness of this post. These painkillers are kicking my ass and the most I can do is just sort of smile in a stupor. And that was compounded today by a migraine and trying to write up cognizant guest blog posts for later on this week, so…yeah.
Anyway, I was over at Word-Whores today talking about Celebrity crushes. And there’s a nice review of A Sliver of Shadow at Bitch Can Read a Book today as well – if you leave a comment you can win a copy, so be sure to stop over there.
In the meantime, I’ve been watching all the political bullshit going on the last few days dealing with women and contraception and Virginia passing that ridiculous bill that requires women to get internal vaginal ultrasounds before an abortion – even if she doesn’t want to and Liz Trotta sounding off about how women in the military should expect to get raped and that Santorum supporter douchenozzle who insists that aspirin worked just fine as birth control in his day (i.e. women should just hold one between their knees, because clearly women are always to blame for getting knocked up.)
Honestly, I can’t even really begin to talk about it because the sheer size of my rageboner right now has made me unable to speak coherently – let alone write a post about it that won’t devolve into nothing more than button mashing.
Seriously? If you want to be a white, male, privileged, hypocritical, sanctimonious assmonkey, by all means carry on and do your thing. This is America, after all – I fully respect your right to do as you see fit for YOUR lifestyle.
But until you grow a fucking uterus, GTFO and stop trying to tell me what to do with my body and my life, k?