Because I love you and I didn’t post yesterday, here is a history of the condom.
This might be my absolute favorite thing.
As you might know, I have strong positive feelings about condoms.
Any man that complains about wearing one is a man I’m going to complain about still being in my presence.
At work my friends and I will often have fun putting each others phones, snacks, wallets, water bottles, shoes… (the list goes on) in condoms.
When I hear stories about guys complaining that they don’t fit I just want to show them my cowboy boot, encased to the ankle in latex.
Condoms are a must. And anyone who refuses to wear one against your wishes is a must not.
And, also, way to go Planned Parenthood for being generally awesome all the time.
Who runs the Planned Parenthood tumblr?
Can I be your friend? Can I work with you?
And on that note – Have your checked the expiration dates on your condoms this year?
And don’t forget your annual Gyno checkup.
I love this ad in theory. All the women getting to see their bodies in a way that doesn’t require a number ranging from low to high. AKA good to bad. Because that’s what many women see when they look at a tag.
The other day I bought a skirt that was a size 10. And that is a number I rarely see on my clothes. But I looked at this 10 and I only thought of one thing.
I remembered this summer when I bought a really cute pair of shorts and they were a size 2. And that is not a number I see on my clothes very often either.
The point is that I can wear those “size 2” shorts in the morning and the “size 10” skirt that same night. Why? Because the numbers ARE MADE UP. Every brand has their own version of the chart. It’s why I don’t really do online shopping. I have no idea what size I’m going to be. Medium-ish?
So why not instead of a number come up with a somewhat nonsensical chart? Something like the makers of TheyFit use (P.S. If anyone reading this has used TheyFit or Coripa condoms I’d love to hear about your experience. I’m very curious).
TheyFit makes condoms in 95 sizes to custom fit your penis. And one of the things they boast is their “Randomized Size Code.”
Which is basically what the Special K measuring tape is, right?
Maybe, until it’s safe for women to take up space again, we can start thinking of our clothing sizes like randomized codes with no meaning other than that they just fit you.
It’s a band-aid and I’d rather women just unabashedly take up space, but while we work on ending fat-shaming…
I guess that’s what irks me about the Special K advert, it’s a band-aid and makes no attempt at all to address or fix the hemorrhage. It takes advantage of the hurt that women feel and gives them a ray of sunlight to hold onto, a thing that makes them feel better for a moment. But it’s relying on that hurt being there and so it doesn’t attempt to rectify it. And so by not being part of the solution, it’s part of the problem. A sort of well meaning part of the problem.
I want verses.
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Also, I just wanted to say that last time I got tested the nurse asked me the reason I was getting tested and I said “I haven’t in a few months and I had an hour to kill today.” and she looked at me like I was insane and why would anyone ever want to get STI tested. I think she’s crazy.
We like to believe that sex arises from an impulse of inclination that is natural, unprompted, and artless. This suggests our impatience with seduction and playful eroticism, which take up too much time, require too much effort, and—most important—demand full consciousness of what we are doing. As long as sex is something that ‘just happens,’ you don’t have to claim it.
— Esther Perel, Mating in Captivity
Contrary to what a lot of people would have you believe, sex doesn’t just happen. Obviously I can’t speak for all people all over the world, but truly when people say ‘it just happened’ I don’t get it.
I want to be an active participant in the sex I have, not just outside myself watching it. I want to claim it.
Oh, and I also don’t want to get pregnant. So don’t be an idiot.