Two generic versions of the emergency contraception Plan B “morning-after pill” will soon be available over-the-counter for women. The FDA issued a letter on Tuesday stating the purchase of the generic version of EC will not require proof of age but it will carry a label stating it is for use by young women age 17 and up. According to the Boston Globe, the generic versions — called My Way and Next Choice One Dose — will cost $20-$35 compared to $50 for the brand-name Plan B One-Step. This is another big step forward, after the FDA’s approval in June to sell Plan B One-Step for over-the-counter sale. Being sold on shelves means that a woman can purchase EC without being refused the medication by a pharmacist. If taken within 72 hours after unprotected sex, EC is almost 90 percent effective at preventing unwanted pregnancy. Well done, FDA! [Reproductive Health Technologies Project; Boston Globe] [Image of a pharmacist via Shutterstock]
Growing up, I thought the perfect host was a combination of Betty Crocker and Donna Reed: perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect food, and perfect personality all coming together to ensure her guests are well taken care of.
However, Steve Martin, a Republican State Senator from Virginia, has a different take on the what it means to be a good host. He recently received a Valentine’s Day Card from the Virginia Pro-Choice Coalition asking the state Senator to protect women’s reproductive health options — everything from raising healthy children to having access to safe, legal abortion. Martin took it upon himself to reply publicly via his Facebook page. His response originally included the following:
“…I don’t expect to be in the room or will I do anything to prevent you from obtaining a contraceptive. However, once a child does exist in your womb, I’m not going to assume a right to kill it just because the child’s host (some refer to them as mothers) doesn’t want it to remain alive.” Keep reading »
It was a Tuesday afternoon and I was on my therapist’s couch. I described for her an incident over the weekend when I felt sad, deeply sad, for seemingly no reason at all. I had felt reclusive and shy and wanted to stay in my bed; when my husband encouraged me to go to a birthday party that night that I actually wanted to go to, I had started crying. I’m a sensitive person, sure, but even while I was crying I knew my tears didn’t make much sense.
I shared some other strange behavior changes lately. I’ve been more hungry than usual, more often and ravenously so. I get snappish when I can’t eat immediately (hangry, I believe, is the technical term). I’m usually pretty easygoing, but lately I’d been having random mood swings. I was beginning to feel embarrassed about my behavior.
“You’re emotional … your appetite has changed …,” she paused. “Have you considered that you might be pregnant?” Keep reading »
You can count on me to never get in the way of you “preventing an unintentional pregnancy.” I’m not actually sure what that means, because if it’s “unintentional” you must have been trying to prevent it. And, I don’t expect to be in the room or will I do anything to prevent you from obtaining a contraceptive. However, once a child does exist in your womb, I’m not going to assume a right to kill it just because the child’s host (some refer to them as mothers) doesn’t want it.
This is what Virginia state senator Steve Martin (a jerk, but not the star of “The Jerk,” just so we’re clear) had to say in a recent Facebook post, apparently prompted by him receiving some unsolicited mail from a pro-choice group. Uh, while it’s cool and all that Martin doesn’t “expect” to do anything to prevent women’s access to contraceptives — unlike many politicians these days, unfortunately — referring to pregnant women as “hosts,” as if we’re aliens or a bad book written by Twilight‘s Stephenie Meyers, is pretty disturbing. Unfortunately, I think Martin is saying what most anti-choice politicians and activists actually think about women who find themselves pregnant — as mere incubators for the fetus growing inside them, their own lives suddenly meaningless. [Slate]