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Thesis
Birth control, and the intentions which they were initially designed for. Relating these reasons to the specific dangers, involved in blind trust. Every-one portrays life through their own lens, my idea of small and yours are likely not the same. 

I.Intro- Familiarity of ideas, does not make them good ideas.
II. Facts/ Origin
   1.Who?Plan?
   2.Why? For what gain?
   3.Implementation, evidence.
III. Division
   1.Religious
   2.Ethical/ Moral
IV. Supporting
   1.Documents
   2.Movements
   3.Ideas
V. Refutation/ Opponents
   1.Benefits
   2.Social atmosphere/agenda
   3.overused, unnecessary
VI. Conclusion
  1. Summing up
  2. My Opinion

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Judy Brady uses harsh, depictions to gain empathy towards women.  It is true that during the era of the first publication of I Want a Wife, many of the requested desires are entirely legitimate.  Judy’s essay is written for all the homemakers and housewives of times long past.  Women barely had a voice, an opinion of worth, a logical idea besides “how to…” The request for a wife is met with ridiculous obligations comprising of:  A wife to be, emotionally, physically, personally, socially, nutritionally, domestically, and monetarily at your disposal.  She must also be nurturing to your children, but not smothering to you.  “I want a wife who will not bother me with rambling complaints about a wife’s duties” (Brady 361) another prerequisite from Brady, turning women into toys that are taken down to occupy your time and when you are done they are tossed away back to the bottom of the pile, forgotten and used.  Brady is so far biased from her own life’s shortcomings that her opinions are insulting and abusive to women.  Though this tone is intended to show the offensive path that women have (now) defeated.

            In Sommers’ Men-It’s In Their Nature the view is completely flipped upside down.  Are we expected to break the tender spirits of young boys by forcing them to be as mellow as girls?  Do they too need to feel their curls bouncing in the breeze separated equally into pig tails?  “A fair and just society offers equality of opportunity to all.  But it cannot promise, and should not try to enforce, sameness” (Sommers 367) I am incapable of processing the desire to have a completely neutral society.  Are we all not born as unique as the prints on our fingers?  Who decides our fate?  Does your birthright tell you who to be, or is it “the experts” defining how you can be? There seems to be a detachment between personal responsibility and collective accountability.  Everything has a diagnosis instead of a choice.  “The awesome display of masculine courage shown by firefighters and policemen at Ground Zero [and] the heroic soldiers fighting in Afghanistan and Iraq…have rekindled in Americans an appreciation for masculine virtues” (Sommers 368) based on this quote from Sommers it saddens me to think that in order to let people be who they are, can only be acceptable when the outcome prospers the deciding party.

            One essay abuses and destroys, while the other attempts to redefine and trample.  In a culture so adherent to political correctness, how can we be so clearly divided on such a fundamental issue?  In further speculation of this matter it may be interesting to know if the gender equity organization and the aggressive women’s rights leaders would be omitted into their ideal societies using the criteria they establish for others yet exemplify themselves.  As a mother of three adventurous young boys, and a teacher to an energetic and innocent bunch of three and four year olds, my heart rings clear, my voice will resound on team Sommers.

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Hearth of My Heart

            I have this place, this place I know.  It is a place you cannot go.  My place, this place, is all my own.  Home of my heart, where inspirations grow.

            Beneath the canopy of an ancient pine, I flashback to that special place in time.   Woodsy notes dancing within the innocent clouds of brisk linen.  Simple splashes of paradise flow over my palate.  The scent entrances my mind, instantly my breathing slows. 

            Low steady strumming like that of a train, not of annoyance, but tranquility and relaxation.  Composed stability subdues my every muscle, consciousness surrenders my every thought.

            A pleasing tender touch delicately graces my skin.  I feel warmth emanating from within, not of skin but a low smoldering fire deeply intensifying.  It brings chills that trickle down my spine and amuse my toes. 

            I close my eyes to discover the full appreciation of what my other senses have gathered.  Serenity with an intensity entirely unrivaled.  I gradually open my eyes and witness time stand still, just for that moment, forever rooted in my memory. 

Caramel flecks encompassed by a warm, peppery brandy.  Heartache and woe from the world dissipate.  I release my gathered afflictions from the day. 

When I set out to share my most intimate moments, I was unsure of the form it would adopt.  I have been graced with countless wonders throughout my life.  I cherish the security, love, and faithfulness I receive in every one.  Encompassed in the arms of my beloved is the Hearth of my Heart.  This year we celebrate sixteen years of happiness and fulfillment together.  I accept that everyone has that unique compatibility, hope, in another soul that completes their own.

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P. Martin is a purist at heart, yearning for that ethical allure.  Passing over the new age of opportunity to the old world of purity, and morale.  A world where superheroes were real men and women, not “sinners” (581).  Once megastars turned junkies, cheating and polluting the brotherhood of sports.  He calls for the return of fair play, the absence of record and stat examinations.  Martin urges readers to view another angle toward steroid use.  Abusers are victims bullied by a “plastic society” to achieve higher standards, whilst grasping the volatile, poisonous attack of chemical contaminants injected into their being.  Athletes toxically staining their bodies in favor of spot lights and fan clubs.  He calls for player protection from such Armageddon.

Steroids and other enhancements are threatening the athletic games.  Use challenges real individuals to obtain powers which violate the laws of nature.  The more prominent issue is the effects on the athletes’ health.  Fans are distraught, fascinations are shattered, by accusations of participants annihilating the contest and swindling the game. “But what about the players (582)”?

As Martin exclaimed, “The fields, once clean, are soaked in juice (582)”.   I am also quite fond of his earlier statement,  “… stoic giants, noble and morally firm (581).”   Both seem to go hand in hand so to speak.  I am a nostalgic old lady at heart, I belong in the era of times lost.  Technology is turning society’s human interaction prehistoric.  Long gone are the days when a hand-shake and an honest eye were all you needed to accompany plain ole’ hard work.

Martin, Peter F. STEROIDS IN SPORTS The Bedford Reader. 11^th ed.  Boston, New York: Bedford/St. Martin’s, 2012. Print