D: D: D:

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There is not enough WTF in the world for this.


Before there was Summer's Eve, there was...



Again I say: D: D: D:

I mean seriously, anything that strongly suggests you use rubber gloves while applying it to various surfaces should probably not be put inside you. For all I know, Lysol might be a great feminine hygeine product, but still, what's next? Shaving your legs with a straight razor? *cringes*

And then there's this, which makes me so so happy I'm alive right now:



Just... no. No thank you. I like to think the woman's thinking, "Vitamins, and also the fact that soon I will kill you, bury you with quicklime, and run off to Tijuana."

I'll be over here now, doing... something.

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[clear-as-blood.livejournal.com]

So they couldn’t even ask whether something was safe or not? Well, that sucks to say the least.

[sheafrotherdon.livejournal.com]

The Comstock Law (1873) said - "All persons are prohibited from importing into the United States, from any foreign country, any obscene book, pamphlet, paper, writing, advertisement, circular, print, picture, drawing, or other representation, figure, or image on or of paper or other material, or any cast, instrument, or other article of an immoral nature, or any drug or medicine, or any article whatever, for the prevention of conception, or for causing unlawful abortion." (emphasis mine)

In the 1930s, Margaret Sanger managed to get an exception passed for physicians, but there were variations in state laws, and many doctors didn't *want* to pass on information about contraception (much like those doctors who don't want to prescribe Plan B right now because they feel it abrogates their personal beliefs).

So, yes, many women didn't even ask. It wasn't the polite thing to do, even if they had a doctor who wouldn't turn them in.