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Women's magazines usually make me want to throw up and die, but this article from Glamour makes me want to throw up and write my representative. And hit something. And buy condoms while I still can. Go read it.

[via Bitch Ph.D.]

I had a finely crafted howl of outrage to post as a comment here and the Blogger ate it.

Short summary: the tenure of David Hager in any position of responsibility for women's lives is sufficient proof to me that there is no god.

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