Girl filter, but without the filter
I’m with Nikki – I don’t really care about dudes whining about how awful a prostate exam was. Boo-fucking-hoo.
Anyway. You’d think by now we’d have come up w/ some better contraceptive (not to mention STI prevention) methods. IUDs are cool, but they require a longterm commitment that isn’t appropriate for all women. Where’s that fabled male pill we used to hear about?
Okay, back to work. And back on the topic of the day: hooray Georgia Podcast Network!!
May 01 2006 03:51 pm | Category: Uncategorized | Tags: feminism
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Well, it is unpleasant, but surely far more enjoyable than the speculum.
However, I would argue that a colonoscopy is less enjoyable than a trip to the OB/GYN. Anyone with a vagina want to argue that?
Well, I’ve never had a colonoscopy, but you’ve never been to the OB/GYN. So I’d say we’re about even on where we stand on that one.
I’ll be sure to ask my mom, though, since she’s had both.
Whatever. A man complaining about his prostate exam isn’t making any commentary on women’s own exams. He’s just saying that he didn’t enjoy what happened to him.
The same principle allows you to bitch about traffic, or public transport, or Republicans, even though a Sudanese orphan in Darfur might say “Boo-fucking-hoo” (or the Arabic equivalent).
In summary, it’s not always about you[r gender].
But yeah, I agree. I think it doesn’t seem very futuristic that the least intrusive method of cheap, effective, flexible birth control is still basically a balloon. In the 21st century? Seriously?
The sad thing about the future is that it’s so much like the goddamned past.
No, it’s not about *you,* Garrett. See, I’m talking orders of magnitude. Men get to visit the GP or urologist for a little rear-door action generally around the time they’re 40. We get the speculum typically from at least the 18th birthday onward, and then on top of that, the three major BC methods available other than condoms are less than fun to deal with. Pardon me if my ability to feel badly for men who can’t handle having a doctor’s hands around their private bits, because it’s a fact of life for 53% of the population.
But you’d know that if you’d read the link.
Yeah, where is that male pill? I’ve heard about it for years, and it seems like such a simple concept.
I’ve had a colonoscopy, an upper GI endoscopy, I’m going to have to have my wisdom teeth out soon, and paid countless trips to visit my favorite friend, Tommy, my OB/GYN. I have a vagina and I would rather have a colonoscopy than go to the dentist, and I would rather have a pap smear than a colonoscopy.
So, in this order:
pap smear, colonoscopy, dentist.
I heard there was some new news on the male pill, but nothing to which to link.
Pain and discomfort are subjective experiences, so there is absolutely no way to quantify which experience is “worse.” You could fall back on time lost to said procedures, or inconveniences, but “worse” won’t ever be arguable.
I did read the link. I try not to comment if I don’t.
Not completely subjective, in my opinion. I’d go with some comparative measures. You could ask people to rank a lot of different painful, uncomfortable medical experiences, including several that are common to male and female patients. Then, you could see the average rank of the two procedures in question. I’d be willing to bet that “40-50 annual speculum-assisted vaginal inspections” would rank far worse than “~10 visits to the finger-in-the-anus specialist”.
Sure, there’s no way to scientifically quantify, but you can start with “Most people would agree that teabagging a buzzsaw is markedly more painful than getting road head on a sunny day on a deserted highway” and work from there.
(yes, stolen)
This blog has a policy of charging a $5 fine for each offense of stealing from my goddamn boyfriend.
Are you collecting on his behalf? Or are you actually claiming royalties on some share of his thoughts? And what about the times you’ve stolen from him? Did you pay yourself five dollars?
In my case, all payments are made in the form of ass (as opposed to cash, not to mention grass). I’m a one-off, though.
I don’t really care about chicks whining about dudes whining about chicks.