PRIVATE PARTS
Once upon a time, I wrote a blog post that had a warning label on it. Male readers were advised to move along and read something else. I’m slapping up that same disclaimer today. Seriously, boys, go find something else to read. You’ll thank me. The blog post was about birth control, specifically mine, and how I had once again, fallen prey to my particular brand of math-impairedness. Refresher. Go on, I’ll wait. One would think it couldn’t get worse. But one would be wrong.