I finish a month of birth control pills and realize that I forgot to take the first little white guy marked "Take me first!" So I've screwed up a whole month and could be in danger of going pregs. I decide to find a doctor willing to prescribe Plan B but encounter religious types and judges pointing out that this is my second time resorting to such measures.
"But I'm being responsible," I whine.
I have the feeling of been-all-over-town-and-still-coming-up-short, so I decide that I have no qualms with taking RU-486. I am 486, as long as 486ers don't have unwanted children.