Thank You for Erectile Dysfunction as Birth Control

I was chatting with a brilliant young playwright yesterday.

We’ll call her KC.

KC has traveled the world, been in the Marine Corp, and established herself as a genuine human among humans, with a great mind that enhances her heart and sense of humor.

She has much to offer society.

This brilliant playwright, KC, in casual conversation, brought up the poignant question,

Why is Viagra less expensive than my Birth Control Pills?

Well, this sent me reeling into visualizing a male dominated, pharmaceutical manipulated, religion instigated, barefoot pregnant woman tolerated, and penis navigated, road map of society.

I thought;

Wow. We really have our social design cross wired, huh?

Now, in a perfect procreating world, all things would be equal.

Yeah, in a perfect world, if your penis gives up (or falls down) because you used it up, it’s just Nature’s way of letting the next generation spawn offspring.

Yours is done, and you get to sit on the porch with the women your own age who just want to have a nice conversation and play bridge.

That’s right, no more seed planting for you.

Take it like a man.

At least you don’t get those inferno hot flashes with that.

Leave the birthing maidens alone, you old geezer!

Now sit down and eat your oatmeal.

On the other hand, in a perfect procreating world, young brilliant playwrights would have free birth control until they could change the world with their ideas and choose to become responsible mothers after fulfilling their roles as creators of plays, and focus on a child with the undivided attention conducive to that role.

But it seems we still don’t get that women have as much to contribute as men.

Alas, we still don’t get that the Uterus is as valuable as the Penis.

Pharmaceutical companies have tried to assuage our concern with fertility drugs so older women could have children of their own— if they don’t like their grandchildren.

But that’s just not enough to convince me that we are being fair yet.

That’s not making my world perfect yet.

It’s still all mixed up.

Okay, I got it.

How about we match erectile dysfunctional males with brilliant young females and pair young stallions, with no social goals who like to talk, with infertile bridge playing grandmothers until…

No, no, that’s  not it either.

I don’t know how to make a perfect world.

But I do think maybe we should at least consider making it fair if we want to keep playing together.

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~ by leakelley on September 18, 2009.