GEDAREL, or, A Rant about the Pill
GEDAREL 20/150 microgram film-coated
Ethnylestradiol / desogestrel
GEDAREL knocks knocks knocks on her door, 5 o’clock on the dot. Not a second before nor after, GEDAREL must be let in daily or disaster strikes. She—no, no, GEDAREL is he, she wouldn’t inflict this, she wouldn’t force our hand, she wouldn’t think this was the solution. He pounds pounds pounds, “LET ME IN! LET ME IN OR I’LL RUIN YOUR LIFE.” She doesn’t behave like this, demand like this. This is all he, he wants no consequences—no consequences for him, consequences for her are printed double sided on A3, conveniently folded into nothing. She lets him in because it’s better than the alternative.
GEDAREL enters incognito, wig equipped and ready for action. Glass of wine in hand, GEDAREL introduces himself...