Following my first publication on the Solo-ish blog earlier this summer, I managed to convince the good people at The Washington Post to publish another piece of mine. A few weeks ago I headed to the gynecologist to have my IUD replaced, and because I’m a narcissistic writer, I thought to myself, “Surely I must write about this. I cannot experience anything without processing it through my writing.”
So here it is. My favorite part is that the editors let me get away with using a cheesy pun in the title of the post. My least favorite part is receiving trolling from strangers on Twitter about Planned Parenthood. That’s an unfortunate reality of being a woman in this day and age: to have a body and to make choices for it is to be constantly called to defend it to strangers. I will not engage.