There is trouble in this mix.
In case you haven’t heard, the ACLU, on behalf of the esteemed Cavalier Daily is suing the Virginia ABC so they can run alcohol related advertisements.
If you want to read the pinnacle of journalism, you should read the “Natural Family Planning” article from a few days ago. Please read it in it’s entirety, or read our summary from the other day.
What happens when you mix these two?
Girl gets drunk at the frat party from the latest premixed Redbull/vodka cooler advertised in the Cav Daily…
Frat boy says “I love you, do you want to see my room.”
Girl says “Yes”
Frat boy says “Hmm let me find my condoms”
Girl says “No, check my cervical mucus, make sure it’s not sticky and cloudy and has become very clear, like raw egg whites.”
Now it’s choose your own adventure…
Path A: Frat boy checks, starts puking and passes out.
Path B: Frat boy checks, and says “It’s clear, like super raw egg whites” and the fun begins.
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WOW…
they seriously said that in the article…
In an ideal world this article would have been issued as a satirical tongue-in-cheek response to the recent jump in birth control prices.
Yup, in an ideal world, that’s what it would be…
Hmm, I went to a Jesuit college, and even we didn’t have articles on NFP in our campus newspaper.
That’s because most thinking, rational people understand that NFP is not an effective alternative to barrier or chemical contraceptives. Frankly, I’m appalled that the Cav Daily discussed NFP’s effectiveness using quotes from NFP practitioners/”educators.” Those are hardly impartial sources, and the responsible thing to do would have been to quote reputable, peer reviewed studies on the efficacy of NFP. They exist, and the verdict appears to be solidly against NFP as an acceptable alternative.
Of course, if you take your family planning tips from a German guy in a funny hat–the preserver of a host of antiquated, socially irresponsible views about all things sexual–then it makes perfect sense.
The Cav Daily can and should feature unpopular/bizarre practices and news items. In doing so, however, they have the responsibility to differentiate between fact and fantasy, and introduce counterarguments in the process. Religious dogma and safe practice, in this case, are at odds with one another. Pretending otherwise is reckless.
The funny thing is that everyone I know using this method is a) married and b) trying to get pregnant (many of whom have succesfully conceived after previous dificulty). So in the faulty logic that if it helps you figure out your cycle to get pregnant, it could probably also help you avoid getting pregnant, but damn is it a lot of work! It’s hard enough to remember to take a pill at the same time everyday, I can’t imagine squeamish twenty-somethings or less keeping a secretions diary. Of course, in college the STD fear is (read: should be) about as high as the preggers scare so I don’t expect the Cav Daily article is going to result in any contraception converts amoung the co-eds who are actually having sex.
So where are all the hot young coeds with clear cervical mucus hanging out these days? I love me some gettin laid, but never seem to have condoms around? [some kids just can’t be shut up with anything but a balloon animal, and when you run out of balloons ya use what ya got. Tube sock stuffed with toilet paper? check. old flourescent light bulbs (the short ones work great for the straight animal parts (like the penises), the long ones we save for lightsaber fights)(though I’ve been told the mercury vapor inside isn’t good for the little ones… thats just an urban myth or old wives tale… right?). check. condoms? check. (just the new ones, the used ones… well thats just borderline inappropriate) So as a result timm-ay just aint gettin laid so much anymore.
So where can I get me some vagina with runny egg-whites? I’ve done the whole ‘fried egg tucked in a roast beef sandwich’ thing and trust me, you don’t want to go there (typical results may include the need to develop balloon animal-making skills if you get my drift).
Parts of the above post have been fictionalized, don’t noone go callin’ child protective services on ‘ol timm-ay now, hear? They get upset when I answer the door in my underwear holding a beer at 8am