Friday, August 17, 2012

On ladies

Let me just say, I'm terrible at guessing people's ages. I often can't tell if a girl is heavily made up, or twelve. I could probably blame this on cultural shifts in ideals and the progression of youth-as-fetish media, but I'm feeling extra lazy so I'll just take the blame.

But ladies here are easy to gauge: if they don't have brown, leathery skin, they're probably underage. That is because everyone (everyone!) smokes, gets tan, and has babies, usually starting from 12-16.

I just heard an amazingly pathetic story from this morning's bartender. She's really nice, she's one of the more professional bartenders I've seen here, and we started at about the same time. She told me yesterday she was worried about what to get for dinner for her dinner: was she going to cook? get pizza? She was badgered into cooking by her daughter. She got off at six, went straight home, spent two hours cooking and nobody ate. She was (rightly) quite angry.

Her daughter is fifteen. Why doesn't she cook? Does she even know how? Her mom has her on the pill, because although her daughter claims to not be sexually active, her mother (wisely) doesn't want to take any chances. I "minded my own damn business" and failed to mention that her daughter's likeliness of getting an STD will skyrocket if she depends on the pill as a contraceptive, and should use condoms as well.

Don't forget, education is a shitty here. And Good Christians won't hear of sex ed in schools. Also, the only abortion clinic in the area (pensacola, 45minutes away) closed two years ago.

If you search for ABORTION CLINICS on google maps, "pregnancy crisis centers" pop up, along with planned parenthood clinics. Good Christians lay out fake emergency numbers so that any scared girl can call and get convinced to keep her baby and fed lies about medical risks, because that's the Right Thing. Security-minded individuals will recognize this as a religiously justified phishing scam

Fuck alabama.

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