"Plan Bthe drug that allows guys to breathe a sigh of relief the morning after using some chick for selfish pleasurewill now be available to 17-year-olds without a prescription.

Who cares that she’s not even old enough to buy a pack of cigarettes legally? Get her drunk on wine coolers, get what you want, then the next morning, take her to CVS to get Plan B and make sure there’s no chance the slut will show up in a few months talking child support payments and DNA tests.

So guys, if you screw a 17-year-old and “forget” to use a condom, remember: Nothing says “thanks a lot, you cheap whore” like the gift of Plan B!," - Robert Stacy McCain, in a post titled, "What next? Over-the-counter roofies?"

(hat tip: Jesse Taylor)

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