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Old Rant: Whats In A Hymen?

Here is an old rant from another blog I had about 5 years ago:

Whats In a Hymen?
I read in the paper last week, that some women are seeking to have their hymens repaired so that their husbands to be would believe that they are virgins.
okay, maybe in a culture where women expected to be virgins and if they arent they are stoned to death, or forced into brothels or something...but AMERICA?
Then again, what the heck is so great about America?
The bottom line is, we as women are so compelled to satisfy men that we are willing to surgically reinvent hymens. Absurd is putting it mildly. Outrageous is more I like it.
So, where are all these men who are breaking hymens and running off to marry preserved virgins with hymens in tact, and ready to be broken?
Regardless of where you are from, its the same mentality. Americans are no different and no less oppressed when most American women either:
a) broke their hymen in a drunken stupor
b) broke their hymen with a guy who's last name isnt even known to them
c) broke their hymen with a guy they absolutely hate as of late
d) broke their hymen because everyone else was doing it
e) broke their hymen "for the hell of it"
f) still dont know why in the world they broke their hymen
Then half of these women work on getting their hearts broken long after their hymen in done with.
My question is, why are women so eager to please MEN? With all of the cruddy, immature, stank, baby-momma having, irresponsible, whiney, rude and uneducated lumps of poo hollering at women on a daily basis, I would think most women would have a MENTAL hymen by now!
Instead we REPAIR our hymens, and shop at MAC, and accessorize, and fret, and other misc. nonsense for an erect penis with a prerequisite for a damned HYMEN!
Yes! You have guessed that I am a tad more than peeved at this.
My closing comment?
What is in a hymen is most likely a penis attempting to break it.
I will never repair myself, dress myself, or degrade myself for a sloppy apendage attached to a stupid male, that works itself in a tizzy, just to spit up on itself like an infant and go limp.
this may be vulgar, but if you dont have a hymen, your eyes shouldnt be burning when you read this.

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