Commercial Musing

During a commercial break from Millionaire Matchmaker (who totally pissed me off by dissing redheads), I saw this commercial that's been bugging me. So I'm sending them a message.

Dear Seasonique and other birth control pills that promise only 3 periods a year and all that shit:

"Who says you have a to have 12 periods a year?" you ask? Mother fuckin' Nature, that's who!

It ain't natural! Where does all that blood go?

Women: do not trust these psychos! I took the normal pill for 13 years and after all of the warnings and links to breast cancer and strokes, after babies I didn't go back. Why? scared shitless!

My answer? Vasectomy, baby! It's about time the men endure a little pain and suffering. We've had ours two years, and let me tell you, it improves the quality of your life. If you still wanna have babies, well, Trojan is really your only decent answer. I'm sorry.

Back to my trashy Bravo TV. Currently the only kind I watch until Californication and Entourage are back.

Word.

~R