Dear Margaret Sanger,
Happy birthday! Have I told you lately how awesome you were, how much I appreciate the work you dedicated your life to?
I have two children Ms. Sanger, and while I love them I also know I’m not mentally capable of having any more. Because of you, I can grab a box of condoms while I’m doing the regular grocery shopping (they’re one aisle over from the toothpaste), no fuss, no questions, no disapproving looks.
