Ladies, use your head. Or rather, your nose.

The Pill

The Pill Makes Women Pick Bad Mates | LiveScience

Although this is old news, the article explains how 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.  I think 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.

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