Well if that title didn’t get your attention, you are beyond hope.
I really like this young lady. She has more balls than me, or most anyone else I know.
On what might be the most bitterly argued subject of our time she has hoisted herself out of the trenches and stood tall in the no-mans-zone with a wonderfully honest, unvarnished, cry from the heart.
A story of personal growth and empowerment, it may leave you with a vaguely pleasant feeling of positivity, in which case I would not read the comments below it, for they will certainly cause you to despair of any possible resolution to this problem – ever.
This morning I went to Planned Parenthood. I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills and again in August just before my birthday for my annual pelvic exam.
My usual concerns when going to Planned Parenthood are:
A) Where am I going to park? Parking in Center City is never easy.
B) How long is this going to take? The folks at the Locust Street branch are always friendly and seem pretty efficient but if you don’t have an appointment, you can find yourself sitting in the lobby long enough to watch an entire Tyler Perry film.
I’m never worried about getting stopped by protestors because let’s face it: this is 2013. This is Philadelphia. We’re not like that here.
Plus, my visit to Planned Parenthood has nothing to do with abortion, which makes sense because 90% of the services offered by Planned Parenthood have to…
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