This and That: Women in Wyoming, and Texting in Texas

By Susan Bankston

In the foreign state of Wyoming, where men are men and sheep are scared, the state legislature has busied itself making some decisions about the women-folk. On the surface, that seems like a real sweet thing to do, but it ain’t.

They have an anti-abortion bill pending in the Wyoming state legislature. The bill is meant to shame women who are having an abortion, because apparently women who live in Wyoming aren’t shameful enough. (I heard a rumor that they have to import shame from Canada, but I don’t know if that’s true or not.)

leftoutwyomingSo in an attempt to alleviate their ghastly shame shortage, the state legislature has a plan to fix this crisis of un-shame. To improve Wyoming’s standing in the world of humiliation, they are going to force every woman seeking an abortion to have a sonogram and listen to a fetal heartbeat, although there is no fetal heartbeat present during the early stages of a pregnancy. But these women have to pretend to listen anyway, or . . . yeah, shame on ’em.

I have to stop here to let you know that 13 percent of Wyoming’s state legislators are hooter-toters. That’s right: of the 90 members of the legislature, only 12 of them are female. In the whole United States of Damn America, the legislature with the highest Aqua-Velva and testosterone quotient is in Wyoming. Seriously, in the male-to-female lawmaker ratio, Wyoming is dead-ass last. That, right there, ought to be enough shame for women in Wyoming.

However, even with that ratio, the president of the Senate felt it was important to send this shaming abortion bill to the Senate Agriculture Committee, which is Wyoming’s sole state committee with no women on it. The Senate Agriculture Committee will be making laws about women’s health rights because . . . well, dammit, moo.

No, I am not making this up. You can look it up. Women are now cattle in Wyoming.

Okay, so now I have decided to respond to this crazy-ass event with the appropriate agricultural terminology, so the boys on the ag committee will understand it: Bullshit.

Yes, boys, your eyes are all brown because you’re full-up to there with caca del toro..

















It’s good for the soul.

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Susan Bankston lives in Richmond, Texas, where she writes about her hairdresser at The World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc., at


Susan Bankston

Susan Bankston lives in Richmond, Texas, where she writes about her hairdresser at The World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc., at
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