To The Man Who Put Tabasco Sauce In A Condom, You Deserve Better

To The Man Who Put Tabasco Sauce In A Condom, You Deserve Better

Why one man shouldn't be at fault for protecting himself.
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Recently I was listening to Heather McDonald's "Juicy Scoop" podcast and she brought up "sperm stealing."

When those words came out of my speaker I laughed; of course, I've heard of people stealing sperm... who hasn't seen Gone Girl, You're the Worst or Jane the Virgin? Seriously. Now I am very behind in the podcast but I jump around to hear who I want because she has such a wide variety of guests. So this topic may be old to you, but new to me.

But in real life, it's something you never want to hear about. But what did one guy do to stop this piracy of seamen? Put Tabasco sauce in the condom before he threw it away. In this case, it was a random hookup, this was not a woman he was going to marry OR bare any children with. He had heard from a friend of these women who would do the deed, run to the bathroom and then get the used condom to try and get pregnant. The past victims to these women were wealthy men who were just in the city for the night, never expecting to leave with a baby on the way.

So, back to the story.

One night he meets a woman and they hit it off, they get intimate throughout the night, which eventually leads to them going "home" with each other (a close by hotel), and have consensual sex; after he goes to the bathroom to freshen up he realizes that he doesn't want to be that person who is trapped in a pregnancy so he does what any man would do. He looks in the bathroom closet, pushes the four pack of toilet paper over and grabs his favorite condiment... Tabasco... He puts a few drops in the condom and then throws it away.

After returning to the bedroom, the girl then gets up to also "freshen up" up in the bathroom.


Now I personally don't know what was going on in this mans head but maybe he was sitting there, with his readers, dim lamp, a nice book and a little grin. Or maybe he was thinking, "This girl wouldn't do that, it was just a precaution."


A few minutes pass and the man hears a loud scream from the bathroom. He runs in there to find her crying, holding her privates and if it were me, in the shower trying like hell to calm the burning. The man took her to the hospital probably hoping to never see her again, but he did... When her lawyers called him to inform him that he is being sued by the woman because her uterus was affected by the tabasco sauce... obviously. They are saying that because the sperm was thrown away, and in the trash that is was no longer his property and she was free to do what she wants with it.

I haven't been able to find out if the woman won the lawsuit or not so I'm going to say what I think should happen. THIS WOMAN SHOULD BE IN JAIL and the man shouldn't even have to worry about it.

Here's the breakdown:

This woman is young, attractive, and probably very smart. She went into with the mindset that she was going to impregnate herself, trap him, and make him pay child support because he had money.

This in itself should be illegal.

The man put tabasco sauce in his used condom and threw it away.

The keyword here being HIS. It came from his body, it, before and after, belongs to him; so why can't he do what he wants with it.

She tried to impregnate herself with the condom.

WELLLLLLLL this goes back to the illegal aspect. How is it legal to do this?! It's not like they were married and it was the only way they could have a baby, this man wore a condom to prevent STDs and pregnancy.

Now she's suing him.

HOW?! He didn't tell you to go in there and get the sperm.


The whole, "Condom doesn't belong to him after he throws it away," is a bunch of crap.

I'm sorry but when in those 10 minutes did the condom magically belong to her? Was there a ritual, a custody battle? Well, I guess not, because she didn't get pregnant. And thank God for that.

But what about the people who were successful and are now forcing these men to raise the kids? Why is it that they are all getting away with that but when a man goes to protect his guys, he ruined this girls chance at being a mother.

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Now, I'm no expert on the subject, but I like to think that, at 22-years-old, I know what I would like in a significant other. Even better than this, though, is knowing what I don't want. Process of elimination, you know, is a much easier way to go.

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It comes down to looking at the future. How are we supposed to have a home together if we don't share towel ideals? How will we raise the children?

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There's also a big difference with accepting kale and actually liking it. If you're like, "Yeah, I need some antioxidants in this smoothie, and it was on sale," feel free to hit me up. If you're making full-on salads with it, I'm afraid you cannot hit me up. Ever.

3. They won't duet "Baby, It's Cold Outside"

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Okay, so we don't have to be Idina Menzel and Michael Bublé level of duet. That's an ultra mega level of awesomeness that just has to stand alone.

However, I like to sing, and when I say, "like," I mean that 80 percent of my day is spent singing to some type of song. If you're not belting right along with me or at least giving me a standing ovation at the end of the song, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave the show, no refunds available.

4. They have no interaction with literature

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This might be a bit more personalized on my end, but I'm an English major. I legitimately want to teach the youth of America about the wonders of literature. It's one of my passions, and I'm definitely going to be talking about it quite often.

I get that reading isn't everyone's "thing." I'm not asking you to read the Odyssey, for Pete's sake. Choose something you're interested in. A medical journal, a comic book, an article about pants, whatever. Just prove to me that you're literate, and we'll get along swimmingly.

5. They hate board games

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Have you ever met a decent, good-hearted individual who has said, "I despise board games, they are the scum of the earth, and I rue the day they were invented," and meant it?

No. Because that person doesn't exist. Board games are pure and remind us of our childhoods.

Also, if iCarly taught me anything, I would never trust anyone who would use "rue" correctly anyway.

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7. They don't laugh at dad jokes

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8. They binge-watch The Home Shopping Network

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Which deal-breakers do you agree with?

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