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A Visit To My OB/GYN Five Years From Now
The Trumpian Dystopia Continues
It’s hard to believe there was ever a time when a woman could just go to the doctor without finding an adult male to vouch for her. My neighbor is usually around, so he said he’d call the office and tell them I wasn’t a “woman of low moral values”.
He seemed a little smug about it for somebody who hasn’t had a job in ten years because he doesn’t want to pay child support.
The doctor’s office didn’t have an actual door, just a TRUMP 2032 flag draped across the opening.
The medical assistant handed me my robe, my giant paper lap napkin, and a Trump mask to wear because “it makes the doctor feel all tingly.”
I put it on because it’s almost impossible to find an OB/GYN in New York these days. Everybody’s a celebrity surgeon slash politician now like Senator Oz. I miss my old gynecologist, who was a woman, but of course women aren’t allowed to be doctors anymore.
I hear she’s teaching third graders for $20,000 a year and one of them brought an AR-15 automatic rifle to school in his SpongeBob backpack.
