You'd think, at twenty-four and
 having shared a bed for almost two years
  she'd grow up.  That she'd
   take some responsibility for herself, some
    action to avert the terrifying prospect that
     had enslaved so many women from the dawn of
      recorded history until now.
       "Ruined" women, who
         woke up some morning to
          a life nevermore as gay and
           carefree as formerly, to a
            future spiked with diapers, child-care, and
             housework. A
              career cut short,
               freedoms bobbed.  In
                the Modern Age ---
                 hard-fought in this modern age,
                  by women ridiculed, imprisoned,
                   shunned, murdered --- a
                    woman can *control* her body, can
                     *choose* when and if
                      to reproduce.  Can
                       experience intercourse without the
                        Russian Roulette of
                         bullets flagellating upstream
                          inside her.  And not by
                           encasing herself in
                            some inpenetrable membrane!
                             At some point, one
                              realizes that these
                               fallible mechanical aids,
                                designed to maximally separate the
                                 him from the her, are
                                  *no longer necessary*.
                                   Why depend on *him* to provide
                                    the means of protection?  Is it not time to
                                     finally take matters into one's
                                      *own adult hands*, to
                                       responsibly and maturely
                                        consult with the learnéd,
                                         obtain scrip and
                                          take control?
                                           *Protect* onself?
                                            *Grow up*?

                                             Sex does not
                                              descend unpredictably from
                                               the heavens at
                                                far-spaced
                                                 intervals.
                                                  It occurs,
                                                   by choice,
                                                    and can be
                                                     *planned* for.
                                                --CSA, 2002-04-01, on a bus.