I'm firmly convinced that my body is bipolar in the sense that it swings from masochism to sadism.
For the sake of argument, I'm gonna go ahead and stipulate that pregnancy and childbirth are glorious, freaky, awesome, weird miracles. Think about it... Out of nothingness a woman's body produces this thing (an egg) that, with some help from a dude's thing (a sperm) also produced from nothingness, can grow into a living, breathing being with its own consciousness, thoughts, feelings, personality, and abilities.
That said, pregnancy and childbirth wreak havoc on a woman's body. I, being a subscriber to the idea of positive reinforcement, feel that I should not be punished for sparing my body such havoc. And yet, there it is. My body spends 3/4 of the month begging for punishment... "Please, please, please have sexytime! Let's get preggers! Inflict that torture on me! Do it! Do it now!"
Masochist.
Then, when I don't get knocked up, it punishes me for NOT inflicting torture. For at least a week, from hormone induced PMS to the last bloody drop, it's like a coked up, psychotic Dominatrix using every sick toy and implement in her arsenal.
Sadist.
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