This Planned Parenthood debate is Kyl-ing me, amirightladies? Normally the closest thing to political I ever get is writing elaborate Joe Biden fan fiction, but this whole mess in Washington DC over funding Planned Parenthood has gotten my waist-high panties in a french twist. What is it with all these men in suits named John trying to trace every single abortion back to Planned Parenthood? I mean come on, the pap smears there are so affordable and the nurses will give you all the free condoms you want even if you just told them you haven’t had sex in three years and probably won’t for the next three. What’s not to love? I can’t quite buy that the GOP hates womyn, so the only logical explanation is that they just hate a good deal. Nobody puts baby in the bargain basement, amirightGOPwives?
Seems to me this one’s for the girls to decide, but what do I know? I don’t even have a date, let alone a boyfriend, let alone a husband, let alone a reason to worry when I miss my bi-monthly period. Speaking of which, I should get that checked out but I don’t even know where now (Gailed It). Anyway, I said aloud to no one the other night, Gail, let’s do some learning. Let’s take a look at some of the “anti-abortion” messaging out there and see what all the fuss is about. Pro-life? If only I could find a man who is “pro-wife,” specifically for me.