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Regarding the entry below, in the interest of full disclosure, I should mention I'm not an Ayn Rand advocate, nor am I any sort of disciple of Objectivism. I read it because Peter sent it to me when I was on the ship. (Although I was flattered when he told me that I was his Dagny Taggart. And not just for the obvious reasons.)

And, elitist/meritocrat that I am, I agree somewhat with the philosophy of "Some people count; some don't."

Pain...

Men, be glad you're not women (sometimes).

I went off the pill for just this month because I didn't have a chance to refill my prescription. And mittelschmerz (the pain some women experience during ovulation--it strikes me as odd that the German culture actually gave a term for that phenomenon) has descended. In spades. My left ovary feels as though there's a very small, powerful vacuum cleaner (with teeth) inside sucking out whatever's in there. Pain. God, I can't wait 'til the end of the month and I can go back on. Especially now that I have such a cute little Personal Pak (I got the one in fuchsia with the red daisy) in which to carry it. I love it! I'm such a girly-girl.

I hate feeling debilitated like this. I hate having a menstrual cycle. I hate it that I, who take such pride in the peculiar strength and joys in being a woman, can be brought down like this.

I love the Pill. Thank God for the '60s.