My Life’s Worth $1.08 a Nut (Plus Tax)
I have a confession to make: I hate buying condoms. Really, I do. Maybe it’s the fact that when I first started buying Jimmy Hats (ha, remember when we used to call them that?), the whole process was just embarrassing. Even though I was just trying to protect myself from STDs/STIs and getting someone pregnant, I always felt like the older folks looked at me funny. Not to mention the fact that pharmacies are so damn bright it makes it hard to creep.
Back in the day, they used to keep condoms under lock and key or behind the counter, which meant you had to specifically ask the cashier for them. Good grief. Can I have a little privacy, please? Does the little old lady getting her meds need to know I’m trying to get my freak on later? All in all, it was a completely demoralizing ordeal for a sexually active teen.
As a result, I started casing out pharmacies like a condom cat burglar. I’d lurk an aisle or two away, pretending to be looking at cat food when I was actually trying to eye that big ol’ box of Trojans from afar. Once I spotted the brand and style I wanted, I’d just walk up and grab it on the low without getting the side-eye from any elders. Silly, I know, but like I said, I hate buying condoms.
As I’ve gotten older, though, the stigma attached to premarital sex has dwindled so I don’t get as many raised eyebrows. Besides, I’m a grown ass man now and I’ll buy condoms whenever the hell I want. Still, I won’t lie, there’s a slight embarrassment when I place a box of condoms on the counter and the cashier is a woman my mother’s age or older. I guess that’s how women feel when they’re buy pads or tampons and a guy is behind the counter.
In an effort to limit this awkward dance, I usually just grab two of those 12-pack boxes. It’s not that I’m fuckin’ like a jackrabbit (I wish), it’s just buying in bulk leaves me with plenty of time in between embarrassing pharmacy runs. A few months back when I misplaced my condom supply, I was forced to prematurely re-up and I came to the stark realization that my life is only worth $1.08 a nut (plus tax).
You’re probably wondering how I came to this odd number. Well, here goes. Each time I cop a pair of those 12-pack boxes I end up dropping $25.98 (plus tax). That’s a lot of money for something that weighs just a few ounces—especially in this economy. Basically I’m spending almost $30 on little plastic bags I wrap around my dick that’ll just get thrown in the trash an hour later. At 24 condoms a pharmacy run, that comes out to be about $1.08 per nut (plus tax).
In the grand scheme of things, that’s not a lot to pay for something that could potentially save my life, but $25.98 (plus tax) a rubber run is still a bit much. God forbid a brother goes though an extended drought and your condoms expire on you. That’s $25.98 (plus tax) down the drain without even a happy ending. SMH.
Okay, I know what some of y’all are thinking: Just don’t buy so many damn condoms, horn ball. Yeah, that makes sense, but that’s not the point I’m getting at here. This isn’t about me buying condoms or how much money I spend on them. After crunching the numbers on how much a man (or woman) can spend on condoms I came to the conclusion that there will never be a cure for AIDS. Well, not one the government is willing to share with us in this lifetime.
Big Brother is making way too much money off the disease to want to cure it. In addition to the $25.98 (plus tax) the condom industry gets from me every rubber run, pharmaceutical companies make crazy money off of AIDS medications. Doctors and hospitals get paid an exuberant amount to treat HIV-positive patients until they kick the bucket. Even funeral homes are getting a piece of the action.
AIDS treatment is a multi-million (if not billion) dollar industry. Being that this a Capitalist society, where money is valued over mercy, the powers that be don’t see patients only profit. Sure if a cure for AIDS or any other “incurable” disease was discovered and mass-produced, millions (if not billions) of lives would be saved but that would wreck havoc on the financial food chain the medical/pharmaceutical industry has enjoyed for so long. There’d be less customers patients taking residence in local hospitals. Less people buying costly medication just to stay healthy. Without a fear of dying from AIDS and other STDs/STIs, only people trying to avoid pregnancies would have need for condoms.
Imagine if all you had to do was pop a pill to cure AIDS. You know there’s some dirty ass fools that would have no problem with relying on that instead of using a condom. We’ve already seen that behavior with the morning after pill. Some people just exist in a space where they think it just won’t happen to them. They living dangerously—too dangerous for me.
Y’all already know my thoughts on unprotected sex. I don’t care if you’re in a committed relationship or not, it’s just not in the cards for me until I’m married and ready to have kids. Until then, I’ll stay strapped. So even though I may complain about dropping $25.98 (plus tax) every time I make a condom run, I think $1.08 per nut (plus tax) is a small price to pay for my life and well being. Don’t you?
Did you ever feel awkward buying condoms when you were younger? If so, do you feel older folks look down on kids for being sexually active at a young age? Would you look at a youngster funny if you saw them buying condoms or would you be happy they were trying to protect themselves? Do you trust free condoms are as reliable as store-bought ones? How often do you re-up on your rubber supply? Do you feel the government will ever release a cure for AIDS or any other incurable disease? Is your life worth $1.08 a nut (plus tax)?
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“My Life’s Worth $1.08 a Nut (Plus Tax)”