Why I don't like my gynecologist/Why I am frustrated with birth control

I had an appointment today with my gynecologist scheduled for 1:15pm. Since I won't be out of my apartment for the next few days (in lieu of essay cramming) I decided that I would also pick up an early graduation present for myself at my favourite woman-owned, women-run, women-friendly, women-centred sex shop, Libido. If you're ever in London, I highly recommend it. They only sell the best quality stuff, they'll talk to you for as long as you'd like and help you find the product that is best for you. All of their products are out on display so you can see and touch them and it's a generally very warm and friendly atmosphere. I've always left there with a smile, and I've never felt dirty and in need of a shower after walking away (unlike with some places, ahem, Stag Shop, fucking hell). In any case, I had a great chat with the owner for a while, we held some dildos together, then she wrapped up my new friend in wine-coloured tissue and placed it in a gold bag. I walked out a very happy woman as I headed for my appointment.

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I really need to get myself a female gynecologist (or at least someone who's not such a dick).