It's been around over fifty years now. Revolutionizing sexual freedom for women like nothing before. Though birthed by barbaric dreams of eugenics and perfect societies, the birth control pill has become a staple in solidifying female reproduction for the individual. You'd think after five decades of proven results and researched benefits, the pill would have evolved and crawled its way to over the counter status. But that's a liberation still far from reach. Here, in the twenty-first century, women still need a note from their doctor giving them permission to regulate their own bodies.
I'm not that surprised actually. When you consider the way feminism has been dominated by myths and ignorant mindsets, it's no wonder women still struggle to get away from the spin: "weaker sex, in need of protection from all that may victimize them."
I'm not fan of Margaret Sanger. That she is touted in the Smithsonian and honored by humans shocks me when considering her ultimate plan. The birth control pill was the brain child of a woman who was hell bent on racism and an advocate of elite society. Controlling the birth of any tribe that didn't fit her idea of utopia, Sanger developed a method that could eliminate a large portion of our species. The pill was less about liberating a woman's sexual freedom and more about enslaving populations.
Still, even with the grotesque history behind its inception, the birth control pill has survived and stood the test of time. It has made its way into the cultures and traditions of generations of women. Convenient and comfortable and easy to maintain, the pill allows a woman to control her own reproduction. It has proven itself solid as a preferred choice for contraception. With minimal side effects and zero risk for addiction, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure out that women can be smart enough to make this decision.
The fact remains however, that as a woman, I am given the freedom to purchase a plethora of medications that can render me migraine free or downright loopy - hell, I can pick up a pack of nicotine and enough alcohol to quench an army's thirst - but if I decide I want to carry twenty eight little pink tablets in my purse, I've got to chat it up with my pharmacist first.
I normally don't like to play the gender card, and I'm rare to play the martyr one. But when it comes to the feminist movement, the pill is simply more evidence of decades of inequality for women.
Sure, we broke down some walls in the laws and took a wade in the waters of controversy. We can even opt to terminate our pregnancies -but while we've come a long way, when it comes to the pill, they still call us baby.
Our sexual revolution is clearly still pending. Considering the labels and stereotypes given to women when it comes to our drives and reproductive decisions, it's fairly obvious we're generations from being seen as anything more than vixens or victims - incapable of making our own responsible decisions.
These measures and mindsets and ideologies on the surface sound like valiant efforts at protection and safety. But the illogical and inconsistent rationale driving them keeps women chained to the cave of inferior human being. They reduce our independence and treat us as children. They label women as weaker, in need of protection.
Cultural mores and norms have evolved in our society to allow for increased sexual activity among women, single and married, and we're jumping the hurdles in what should define sexy. Yet still, we regulate the birth control pill and deny women sovereignty over their own bodies. Where reproduction is concerned, we are still as barbaric as the days of Sanger. We are still as primitive as the ancients, buying and selling the wombs of women like business, without providing benefits or dividends to them.
Forget the demand for the fair wage. Ignore the harassment we experience in the workplace. Pitch all the problems associated with the domestic trade. Women won't stride above these obstacles until we get to the place where our bodies are ours and we demand that be embraced.