As is my custom on posts about birth control, I present one of the young relatives upon whom I dote as evidence that I do not hate babies.
On the subject of the “male pill” — contraception that blocks the development of spermatozoa with no reported side effects — a significant percentage of the commentariat at The State Of … (christ, this blog would have an ellipsis in the goddam title) approaches world class Neanderthality. Blamer SmartBlkWoman sent me the link to this discussion, requesting a takedown, but time is short, and since these morons have so conveniently planted their own petards, why not just sit back and enjoy the hoisting?*
A representative sample:
Here’s commenter Big J, who appends a yellow smilicon to this opinion: “No way I put my jewels on the chopping block like that. Not only for health reasons, but for the PRIDE of knowing I can reproduce!”
Cultivating pride in the sub-cerebral ability to manufacture sperm cells — an enterprise any invertebrate can perform with its eye closed and its tentacles tied behind its stomachfoot — looms high on the sanguine Big J’s to-do list; he later reveals that since he wants “like 6 kids!”, the entity known as “Mrs” is presumably on her own, birth control-wise.
Here’s JP, a chappie identifying as a “physician” who supports strict segregation of the feminine underclass in their own chemical ghetto: He has ‘”no issue” with male contraception, yet he notes that “the hormonal male pills can have ‘feminizing effects’. Need I say thats [sic] not cool.”
Big J again: “I think men and women look at their bodies differnently [sic]. Men have an emotional tie to their “balls.” It just seems like the Pill would be easier to take for women, emotionally. I don’t know why, but I don’t care if I was 80 years old, I couldn’t do anything like taking this Pill. I’d rather get a vesectamy(sp)[sic], which is humiliating as well.”
Women, if you ask Big J, are receptacles for all the world’s garbage already, so why should they mind one more little chemical intervention? Men, on the other hand, have this wholly understandable investment in maintaining the purity of their precious bodily fluids; something so so trivial as female autonomy shouldn’t interfere with all the potential “Heisman Trophy winners and Rhodes Scholars in there!!”
The ever more charming Big J’s grasp of the female’s ability to gauge sperm count at a glance reveals that he’s reading ev-psych at at least a 3rd grade level: “…[A]s men we know that women are attracted to the ‘top breeders.’ Women want guys with strength, power and status; it’s innate so that they can bear strong children. If, as a guy, you give up your ability to impregnate a woman, women won’t want you, even if they aren’t necessarily trying to get pregnant. It’s all subconcious [sic] and don’t tell me I’m wrong.”
Something tells me that even if I did tell him he’s wrong, all he’d hear would be something like “What kind of beer should I bring you, baby?”
And now JD, who is so taken with Big J’s nut-centric weltanschauung he can scarcely articulate it: “That’s deep J. It is definately [sic] a different mindset being “able” to produce but coverin’ up or withdrawlin’ [sic] or being with a woman who “cant” vs. NOT being able to because you have no “juice”, so to speak. The male ego, I guess.”
And I’ve saved the best for last. Here, then, are the remarks of one Denmark Vesey, who opines that the “male pill” is not about birth control. No, it’s “about mind control. If you can get a man to swallow chemicals that tamper with his reproductive system, you can get him to do anything. Whatâ€™s next, a pill that turns your penis into a vagina twice a week?”
Daily Mail article which the above lummoxes may or may not have read before spouting their misogynist dogma here.
BBC News item here.
* A ‘petard’, if anyone was wondering where this ubiquitous expression came from, was an Elizabethan-era land mine; the hoisting to which Shakespeare alludes refers not just to the foiling of Rosencrantz and Guildenstern’s evil plot, but to the quality of apparent gravity-defiance a human body experiences just after it neglects to avoid said impediment, and just before it is blown to smithereens.