Let me start this by saying, I’m going to do this in the least Bitchface way possible. Which some of you need to thank me for, because I’m in no fucking mood to deal with this dumb shit.
Figuratively, ladies, you decide you want your ears pierced for a 3rd time. Or 2nd, whatever, but you’ve got your mind set on it. This is how you want to live your life, it’s not going to interfere with work, and you’re golden. Good to go. Let’s do this.
Then your husband comes home from work, right as you’re leaving for the Piercing Pagoda, and tells you that he doesn’t approve, it’s against his pastors wishes, and he forbids you to go.
Now, if you’re me, you laugh in his fucking face, and tell him to get out of the way of the exit before you tase his dumb ass. I know, I know, not everyone is going to go ham about it.
But if you’re going to tell me that you are going to take your orders from him, you’re going to just sit down and not do what you want to do with your own body, you may have a bunch of new friends to talk to. Because, dear Sweet Jesus, there are some dumb ass bitches jumping up into this neo-abortion fuckery that’s happening.
Today, some ignorant redneck bitch (see above) called me a baby killer. I’m certain those of you who have been with me a while know why I’m ready to drive to Alabama and beat the fucking brakes off of this bitch. However, I don’t need an assault charge, but this bitch better learn to read a resume.
How can you, as a woman, sit here and tell me that a man, any man, I don’t care which fucking man, that he has the right and privilege to tell you what to do with your body? Are you serious? What, he owns you? He’s your fucking master?
No. No, bitch. He doesn’t. He isn’t.
I don’t care if you’re smart enough to realize it or not, you are in charge of you. You’re a whole entity, just you, and you can pick up right now and go get your ears pierced regardless of what your husband, pastor, brother, or senator says. It’s your body.
And that is exactly what I stand up today to protect. Because if they start with our uterus, where are they going to stop. What’s to say that next they won’t decide we have to give up our heart to old congressmen? We’re just women, we’re disposable, and to be ordered around, right?
Are you feeling where I’m going with this? Can you see how this can quickly become a nasty situation for everyone? If we don’t protect our autonomy now, ladies, we will live to rue the fucking day.
Please, for the love of God, stop turning against your own kind. If we don’t look out for us, we will all pay the fucking price. Get your head out of your ass, Susan. Now isn’t the time to put your twice a year Baptist routine on. Now is the time to say, “it’s not a man’s place to tell me what I do with my body”.
Jesus. Get it together.
*Note from The Queen. After this exchange, the bitch reported me, so I’m banned from the Q for probably 14 days, who knows. Back to my bans, I knew it wouldn’t be long :) Fuck’em.
Wait, she called you a baby killer and YOU were banned? The lack of logic is making my head spin.