Birth Control
The Pill

The Pill Makes Women Pick Bad Mates | LiveScience

Although this is old news, the article explainshow being on the pill affects the ability for a woman to detect a compatible MHC. It’s what a woman means when she likes the way her man smells, his “musk”. Anyway…

I’ve never been a big fan of medicines or drugs. I don’t believe in using anything that alters your body’s chemistry. I prefer to leave things in the natural state, as nature intended. It’s one of the reasons I neither imbibe alcohol nor use narcotics or barbituates. Hell, I don’t even take aspirin.

Birth control pills are entirely against my teetotalling way of life. Doing some simple research should show anyone that it isn’t natural. And when you mess with nature, things don’t usually end up positively.

In this case, it alters a woman’s ability to accurately detect the MHC that is most compatible with hers. It’s a real shame. I’m going out on a very long limb here, and this is not by any means an academic or scientific study of mine. It is but an observation of a pretty conservative guy.In the 1960s, divorce was on the rise. It also happened that the birth control pill was was made publicly available in 1960. With the cultural climate at the time, sex was becoming less taboo and women were becoming more independent. Sex was commonplace, and eventually with the 70s came “free love” (or some other bullshit like that). It’s no suprise that the divorce rate was doubling every year through the 70s. I say that the rise of the use of birth control interfered with American women’s ability to sniff out a good mate, and therefore there was a rise in the divorce rate.I’m not writiing a thesis or a paper on this, so this is far as I’m going to take it. I feel that oral contraception really fucks with a girl’s body.Ithink that if you want to have sex, the guy ought to use a condom and spare his woman the alteration of her biology.

Of course, pregnancy is always going to be a concern when you have sex. In which case, I suggest that people just keep their fucking pants on. Wait until you get married. It’s not so much prudishness or a Puritan thing. It’s just that it’s so much easier and less stressful.

As an aside, I don’t necessarily mean marriage in the sense of a government sanctioned and officially recognized relationship between a man and a woman: I just mean a committed relationship. It could be an engagement, it could be just a couple who have decided against an official marriage but have made a promise to commit to each other.

Ultimately, I feel abstinence is the way to go. Pleasure is all good and well, and yes, it can feel wonderful. But I don’t think it’s worth the risk and the stress. You get it on with a girl, and she misses her period. You’re both praying that she’s pregnant. Two weeks later you get a call from her, and you’re sweating bullets. You pray that you’re not a daddy. And to much to your relief, the voice on the other end tells you that she’s not pregnant.

And then the cycle starts all over again. People are weak and fall prey to their libido so easily. It’s absurd, and I’m happy to say that I’ve transcended such basic and animal impulses. I’m happy to abstain. Not only is it easier on my heart (I’d have a heart attack if I found out I’m a father), it’s a badge of pride for me. I have the discipline to override the innate instinct to mate.

That’s right kids, keep your pants on. Abstinence is cool. You just won’t know it until you screw up.

The author would like to thank tijmen and bies of the Netherlands for the source images. He would also like to acknowledge that the pregnant woman has a wedding band but he couldn’t find any other suitable images.