On May 9, 2010, the Birth Control Pill turns 50. That same day, I will turn 35. The coincidence delights me; I fucking love the Pill.
I have been celebrating it in my own way for 15 years now. I started taking the Pill on my 19th birthday. I have never had sex—well, p-in-v sex—when I was not on the Pill. I cannot imagine my life without it.
I know some of my sisters have a hate-hate relationship with the Pill, but nasty side-effects have never been a problem for me. Quite the opposite. If Hollywood made a movie about me and the Pill, it would be a two-hour slo-mo montage of us running through fields of flowers, strolling on the beach at sunset, and making passionate love in front of a roaring fire.
Thanks to the Pill:
—Sex will never tie me to a man I don’t want, disrupt my education or ruin me financially.
Gloria Steinem said: “Sexuality is a mark of our humanity, like our ability to reason or remember or think about thinking. Sexuality is not only a way we procreate but also a way we communicate and express love and caring and community.”
Thanks to the Pill, I can celebrate that aspect of my humanity, experience sexual pleasure, protect my health and procreate on my own schedule. That peace of mind is unimaginable for many women—and men—and I never, ever take it for granted.
Happy birthday to the Pill. It may be the best (non-human) thing that ever happened to me.