This has got to be a parody. I think my favorite bit is the notion that “women have been kept in the dark about this for a reason.” How thoroughly and psychotically self-obssessed do you have to be to believe that the powers-that-be have a particular interest in your various excretionary options, which one would assume to be reasonably self-evident to any creature with more synaptic connections than a rotted stump?
Thanks a lot, Desert Cat.