I have a vagina. I like the fact I have a vagina. It has served me well over the years. Sure it has its down falls. And up until recently, I thought my vagina, was well, mine. It is attached to me and all. I am responsible for its up keep and making sure she is healthy.
I really didn’t think much of her. I mean, its not like I have vagina on the brain or anything. Then, came an election year. All the sudden, she was everywhere. Vaginas, vaginas, vaginas. And I thought, wow, my vagina just became a political pawn to win votes. She is WAY more important then I thought.
Then powerful men, started saying stupid things. It got me thinking, why aren’t we discussing penises. My husband has a penis, he is quite fond of him. Wonder if I told him that he wasn’t really allowed to make decisions for his penis, how he would react? I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t like it. (Side note: I asked him, he didn’t like it ). Or if I told him how to care for his penis, given, I don’t have one, would he be offended? Again, I’m pretty sure he would be. (Again, yes he was)
So why is it men I don’t know, and certainly don’t know me, want to control my vagina? They want to tell me what to do with her, how i should maintain her, and whether or not she should pop more babies out. I’ve got to be honest, there are no more babies popping out. (Another side note: technically she didn’t pop them out.) And I certainly wouldn’t want a man, that isn’t my husband, telling different. For the record, until my husband can pop babies out of his penis, this factory is closed.
So, this November I am voting for the party that doesn’t have a vested interest in my vagina. Call me old fashioned, but one man rooting around down there is enough for me.
The three best things that never actually came out of my vagina.