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Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady
By Kathleen Hoy Foley
Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady
By Kathleen Hoy Foley
Planned Parenthood needs to thank me for single-handedly increasing their business significantly in the last two months. I understand there’s been a rush for services since my story and book, Woman In Hiding, has gotten some press. Evidently, no girl impregnated against her will wants to be me. I guess there are better things to look forward to then contending with giant, irate fifty-year-old babies looking for revenge. Sticking needles in your eyes comes to mind.
So I am officially offering Planned Parenthood my old lady mug to use in all future campaigns hawking services. I don’t come cheap. This is not only because of my star power, but owing to my powerful power in general, which evidently is quite powerful. I wasn’t aware of this until the hate mail. I did not know I possessed the power to make people fat. It’s good to be informed. Knowing of my powerful power gives me the upper hand in salary negations. Thank you, haters.
As the official Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady, I expect Planned Parenthood to fork over additional incentives for all the weaving and ducking I’ll have to do while promoting their services. It’s a pain to constantly dodge giant babies chucking turds. That’s tough, nasty work, right there. Sure it comes with the job but, come on now, I have needs and entitlements besides cash. Dry cleaning, for instance. Plus massages; manicures; hair and makeup. Botox to keep my smile frozen in place.
Recently, Planned Parenthood has fallen into lethargy. I’m disappointed about this. I can’t be the only one doing their bidding. They need a reality show. Something like,
Un-Planned Parenthood, Damn It. Drag out all the old ladies from the pre Roe v Wade days—the crones with live, buried bodies in their pasts—and pit them against giant adult babies wearing extra large diapers looking for mama. Picture Grandma Moses battling Sumo wrestlers sporting huge Onesies.
Using hand knitted shawls as masks to protect their identities, the old ladies will try to fend off the advancing giant adult babies with nothing but aluminum walkers and the occasional slice of homemade apple pie tossed into the bloodthirsty mob as a diversion. Naturally, this will not deter the giant adult babies, but it will drum up business for Planned Parenthood. Once a few sound bites hit You Tube, we’re talking going viral. Do I have to think of everything?
Being the Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady is a dream I never aspired to. That proves my personal failing of shortsightedness. All along I could have been exploiting the spectacle of my reproductive nightmare, conniving and scheming my way to the pinnacle of tawdry enterprise, for which I would have been very well paid. Seedy is wasted on trailer parks and rent-by-the-week rooms in motels that believe sheets ruin the appearance of stained mattresses. Tabloid TV would’ve made me rich white trash. The sleaze is endless…
I’m not just talking giant adult babies here. I’m talking bashful teenage girls and run-of-the-mill housewives taken out by corrupt adoption agencies, diabolical social workers, and malicious, ob-gyn nurses. I’m talking light-bulb-over-head style interrogations; smarmy detectives; stalking; and surveillance of invalids in nursing homes. Throw in the questionable politicians and the jackbooted nuns...(sigh)…I could’ve been somebody. Alas, it’s too late for regrets.
But life does have its rewards. I’ve proven that I have the power and the talent to drive new business right through the double doors of Planned Parenthood offices. It is only fair then that Planned Parenthood upgrades my unofficial status and formally endorses me as THE Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady. I demand recognition and appropriate compensation, plus future employment as a reality TV icon.
Call me, Planned Parenthood.
So I am officially offering Planned Parenthood my old lady mug to use in all future campaigns hawking services. I don’t come cheap. This is not only because of my star power, but owing to my powerful power in general, which evidently is quite powerful. I wasn’t aware of this until the hate mail. I did not know I possessed the power to make people fat. It’s good to be informed. Knowing of my powerful power gives me the upper hand in salary negations. Thank you, haters.
As the official Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady, I expect Planned Parenthood to fork over additional incentives for all the weaving and ducking I’ll have to do while promoting their services. It’s a pain to constantly dodge giant babies chucking turds. That’s tough, nasty work, right there. Sure it comes with the job but, come on now, I have needs and entitlements besides cash. Dry cleaning, for instance. Plus massages; manicures; hair and makeup. Botox to keep my smile frozen in place.
Recently, Planned Parenthood has fallen into lethargy. I’m disappointed about this. I can’t be the only one doing their bidding. They need a reality show. Something like,
Un-Planned Parenthood, Damn It. Drag out all the old ladies from the pre Roe v Wade days—the crones with live, buried bodies in their pasts—and pit them against giant adult babies wearing extra large diapers looking for mama. Picture Grandma Moses battling Sumo wrestlers sporting huge Onesies.
Using hand knitted shawls as masks to protect their identities, the old ladies will try to fend off the advancing giant adult babies with nothing but aluminum walkers and the occasional slice of homemade apple pie tossed into the bloodthirsty mob as a diversion. Naturally, this will not deter the giant adult babies, but it will drum up business for Planned Parenthood. Once a few sound bites hit You Tube, we’re talking going viral. Do I have to think of everything?
Being the Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady is a dream I never aspired to. That proves my personal failing of shortsightedness. All along I could have been exploiting the spectacle of my reproductive nightmare, conniving and scheming my way to the pinnacle of tawdry enterprise, for which I would have been very well paid. Seedy is wasted on trailer parks and rent-by-the-week rooms in motels that believe sheets ruin the appearance of stained mattresses. Tabloid TV would’ve made me rich white trash. The sleaze is endless…
I’m not just talking giant adult babies here. I’m talking bashful teenage girls and run-of-the-mill housewives taken out by corrupt adoption agencies, diabolical social workers, and malicious, ob-gyn nurses. I’m talking light-bulb-over-head style interrogations; smarmy detectives; stalking; and surveillance of invalids in nursing homes. Throw in the questionable politicians and the jackbooted nuns...(sigh)…I could’ve been somebody. Alas, it’s too late for regrets.
But life does have its rewards. I’ve proven that I have the power and the talent to drive new business right through the double doors of Planned Parenthood offices. It is only fair then that Planned Parenthood upgrades my unofficial status and formally endorses me as THE Planned Parenthood Poster Old Lady. I demand recognition and appropriate compensation, plus future employment as a reality TV icon.
Call me, Planned Parenthood.
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