Sigh.

The breaking news of the day is that McCain's running mate has a vagina. I'm too sleepy to care about politics. In fact, I think I need a vacation from politics - it's the last weekend of my summer vacation, dammit.

Fortunately, I found awesome articles on a far more interesting topic: Access to emergency contraception.

On a Tuesday morning at 7 a.m., I set out to discover just how easy it would be for me to get my hands on some emergency contraception. ... The sweet sounding girl who answered the phone, didn't know what the hell I was talking about, and then ran off to ask the pharmacist, told me that I needed to get a prescription from my doctor. Given that I had just read that Plan B was available over-the-counter, this seemed strange to me, but given that this pharmacy indubitably deals with such requests frequently, I took the girl's word for it. I called my primary physician's office.

You can find the rest of the epic saga here.