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An Open Letter to the Female Body

An Open Letter to the Female Body

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Dear Female Body, First of all, I'd like to start things off by saying that I think you're great. I know it's been an awful long time since you last encountered me fumbling about you, but just so you know, I'm plumb crazy about you.

Now, ever since the 5th grade I've thought that a woman's body was a marvelous thing to behold. A veritable chalice of perfection, the female form captured my imagination with its gentle slopes and lush form. Also: boobies.

Needless to say, I have been enraptured by your feminine mystique and sexual reproductive system for quite some time now. Yet I never understood until recently how fucking awesome you really are.

You see, a bunch of experts unearthed some real sciencey facts about the uterus that just totally blew my fucking mind. No, I'm not talking about menstruation, although I'm still a bit iffy about how you line that shit up with the lunar phases.

Apparently, after much scientific inquiry and consultation with the world's leading medical experts, Rep. Todd Akin discovered something amazing about you:

"First of all, from what I understand from doctors [pregnancy from rape] is really rare. If it's a legitimate rape, the female body has ways to try to shut that whole thing down."

Holy shit! And this guy's on the House Committee on Science, Space, and Technology, so this nerd must know his science facts. I mean, I kind of figured that House Republicans were the world's foremost experts on the cooch, considering how frequently they enter ones that don't belong to their wives. Why else would the GOP try to legislate the female body so heavily if they didn't already know what was best for you?

But please be square with me, female body. When were you going to tell me about this awesome power of yours? And anyways, if you've had this ability to pick and choose with your cervix or whatever the hell is down there what counts as, like, legitski's rape and what's just a fuzzy jungle-juice induced night, why in God's name would you lie about those roughly 32,000 annual pregnancies that you just claimed were the result of rape? Did you really think we were that stupid?

Like, how does this power of yours even work? Rep. Akin was a little unclear on the details. Is it like Teeth, were you can suddenly spring a pair of pearly whites on any unwanted penis that comes within a yard of your lady parts? Because a skill like that would certainly shut any motherfucker down.

Or maybe it's like Star Wars, where fallopian tubes are really like Admiral Ackbar in Star Wars Episode VI: Return of the Jedi, sending out X-Wing Fighters to target the rape-induced pregnancy's one weakness and blow the whole thing to hell.

What's this, female body? You've never seen Star Wars? You've got to be kidding me.

Alright then, since when did you even become so judicious, female body? What about that one dude in college who's still dating his high school-aged girlfriend, regardless of things like "geographical distance" and "statutory rape laws?" How do you know whether he's, like, rape-raping her, or just, you know legal-age-of-consent-raping her. Since when were you able to act with precise biochemical certainty on legal vagaries like Romeo and Juliet laws?

And what if you've been roofied by some dude during Spring Break, like one in four of the unlucky college women who are victims of rape or attempted rape? Are your labia able to identify, and then shut down, the impending rape as "legitimate" even while skeletal muscle relaxant courses through your blood?

Just wondering.

Okay, I'll stop pestering you about this. Like a magician, you don't have to detail exactly how your wonderful feminine form defends its turf from legit rape as if the cervix is the DMZ or the Baltimore Ravens' secondary or something.

Until we meet again, female body. Which, let's be honest, probably won't be anytime soon now that any prurient inclination of mine has been scared shitless of your awe-inspiring security system.

Sincerely, Evander Jones

p.s. Sorry, just one last question for you, oh beautiful female form. Where, exactly, is this clitoris you speak so highly of?

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