Give me the pill or give me death!

As you know, La Blonde lives the fast life of the New Sodom single girl, and she's had her share of late nights, high-vis parties, fancy cocktails, writing lectures for class, doing just 'one small side project' for the boss, cleaning up after the Greek who, despite an engineering degree at a prestigious school in a state that rhymes with 'assachusetts' , cannot learn that dirty dishes go in the sink, writing her dissertation- all the things that make up the science diva lifestyle.

And because of all this, it helps to know when you'll be menstruating. Yes, the purpose of the pill is to prevent pregnancy, but it also does a wonderful job of keeping your periods on schedule and preventing debilitating cramps when it does arrive. I schedule lunches and appointments; why not this, too?

Why can't we have birth control?

Yet the Target corporation, and specifically, a store in Fenton, Missouri, refuse to fill a valid prescriptions for emergency contraception, denying women any control that they could have over their reproductive biology.

**Warning to my mother: you should probably stop reading right here. I think it's better for both of us**

Screw you, Target. La Blonde was never a big fan of procreative sex anyway, but I say this now, and I mean it: take away my birth control pill, and I will never have procreative sex ever again. I am not going to let Christian fundamentalists make me a victim of my own biology because they want me to be either chaste (and cramping) or pregnant. Listen up, fundies: I'll get my face glazed like a jelly donut three nights a week before I accept either of your bulls**t choices.

While you're at it, help Planned Parenthood register your displeasure with the Target Corporation.