BEHOLD! I give you the nation's foremost experts on women's issues!
Notice something
odd about the panel above?
Here's a hint:
Sandra Fluke, a Georgetown student who has a friend who lost an ovary because her Catholic university doesn't cover birth control, was asked by the Democrats to speak. She was refused access, because she wasn't "appropriate or qualified" to be there.
Difficulty: one of the old, old men on this panel has apparently vowed never to have sex, ever.
We're living in some interesting times. Not long ago--at all--anyone who suggested, seriously, that we needed to start discussing women's unfettered access to
contraception in this country would have been laughed off the stage. And yet, we're actually having this conversation. And it wasn't that long ago that anyone who seriously suggested that we needed to restrict the vote to property owners, or that there was a good side to slavery and we needed to carefully consider it, or that we needed to discuss the very concept of
civil rights, period, would have been treated like the dunces they are. They'd have become global laughingstocks, like David Duke or Pat Buchanan, like your Dittohead uncle who can't get through even one Thanksgiving dinner without breaking into a snarling, hate-filled rant about the uppity nBONG in the White House, or the nasty feminazis like your aunt, who left him for someone who wasn't a mouthbreathing troglodyte.
And yet, here we are. It's fucking hysterical, I tell you.