Mr. Limbaugh am I a Slut?

Ok, I don’t normally like to get on my soapbox because everyone is entitled to their opinion, but when you make yourself look like a complete idiot, I need to step up.

Everyone knows Rush Limbaugh, the man is an icon, and self-proclaimed spokesman for the republican party.  Now I’m not republican or democrat, I’m what you call independent.  My vote swings back and forth each election cycle, and I vote for who I think will do the best job, not whether they call themselves republican or democrat (which is a whole other post in and of itself). 

So part of Obama care is that employers pay for birth control for the employees.   It’s the relatively inexpensive pill form.  Not the shot, not one of those thingies you put up your vagoo, just regular help control your hormones birth control.  Yet, many people are quite up in arms about having to pay for this.  Many say it goes against their religion for any form on contraception and others think it’s just a free reign to have sex. Rush Limbaugh seems to think along both of these lines.

There was a law student by the name of Sandra Fluke, who went and testified before congress that having employers or schools pay for birth control helped her out basically saying that a year’s supply of birth control can costs over 3,000 dollars.  She got some flak for it as any one goes before a committee hearing does, but good ole Rush took it to a whole other level.

What does it say about the college coed Susan [sic] Fluke, who goes before a congressional committee and essentially says that she must be paid to have sex? What does that make her? It makes her a slut, right? It makes her a prostitute. She wants to be paid to have sex.
She's having so much sex she can't afford the contraception. She wants you and me and the taxpayers to pay her to have sex. What does that make us? We're the pimps.
The johns, that's right. We would be the johns — no! We're not the johns. Well — yeah, that's right. Pimp's not the right word.
OK, so, she's not a slut. She's round-heeled. I take it back.

Ok Rush let me tell you my little story, not glamorous, but one that many a woman in this United States, including republicans I assure you, has experienced.

I give fair warning, I’m going to be talking about my girlie time. 

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I did not start to have my first period till I was nearly 16.  I was the epitome of what you would call a late bloomer.   My parents and I started to think something might be wrong, but we waited since I had some spotting here and there over the last year.  Finally my real period hit at a summer party at my aunt’s house, and that’s when things started to suck.   

I hurt very badly that day and the cramps were horrible, at least I thought they were.  My mother on the other hand just figured it was because I’d never really experienced them before.   I went through one of my aunt’s regular pads in an hour, and then she gave me a super and I made it home and then I went through supers about every two hours.  Next day, just a little bit of bleeding, and then the third day nothing. 

My period continued like this for the next several months, except I had no symptoms of my period coming until the day of.  I would have horrible fatigue in my legs that it felt like I just ran a marathon.  (on a short side note, the one or two times my periods came during track meets I would run awesome that day).  I would having severe nausea and vomiting, and would go through those super pads in two hours.  Heaven help me, if I had forgotten to bring some pads and would get the ones from the office, and those things didn’t do crap because they would leak through.  I would also have to go home from school for these symptoms, which shot my attendance record all the shizernit.  When I got home, I would be taking 4 ibuprofen every 3 to 4 hours, hot baths and heating pads and sleeping where the only things that would ebb the pain.   After 4 months of this, my mom took me to my first girlie doctor appointment.   Doctor said that my symptoms were not that atypical and that birth control would fix it.  So there I was on birth control at 16.  The difference was sublime.  My periods lasted longer than two days, but I could wear a normal

I was not what one would call one of the “cool kids” in high school.  Several girls would torment me on a regular basis, and I was not asked to hang out with them, and so I spent most of my time in honors bands, or track or swimming, or some other extra-curricular activity.   So I COMPLETELY oblivious to anything about sex.  

Now eventually my senior year in high school, I did have sex, but I didn’t have it because I was on birth control.  No, I succumbed to peer pressure.   By my senior year I had finally grown out of my awkward phase, and I had a steady boyfriend, and a cute one at that! My naïve little mind was way happy about that, considering I’d been called big lips Burchill and a dog since I was in elementary school never thought I’d get one of those.   He’d been around the block a few times, and to impress him I said I had been too.  Finally one day after a heavy make-out session he said want to go into the bedroom, and I said ok.   

Anyways, by the time I got to college I’d been on BC for several years that was covered by my parents insurance.  However, I went through what one would call a personal growth period and dropped out.  There for I was no longer on my parents insurance, and my naïve little mind did not realize this.   So my job sucked, paid just over minimum wage, and it was all I could do to pay rent (was learning how to budget my money the very hard way) and could not afford birth control.  So my wonderful symptoms came back.  My poor ex-husband didn’t know what to do, and my employer was not thrilled about it either as I would have to miss work  However I worked into a routine, I would start to recognize the symptoms and get some Motrin in me and a hot bath to relax the muscles or a heating pad.  I always had lots of back-ups in my car in case something would happen.  I was even starting to work it down to the hour.  After 18 hours my symptoms would improve, and I was normal again.  However if I was somewhere where I could not do my EXACT routine, I was S.O.L.   The vomiting, nausea, dizziness, fatigue, was horrible.

When I got my life back around and got a halfway decent job that offered birth control I was able to get back on them again, and life was WAAAAAAAY better. 

Mr. Limbaugh, as you can see there is a definite cause and effect to me taking birth control and not taking birth control.  Without the birth control, I would miss days of work, ruin clothing, ruin my liver, and be completely miserable 12 days a year.

Now, do you want to call me a slut?