Neither Italian or American women give a fig about what the church says about birth control.
They are certainly nervous about it whether for moral reasons or because they have seen a lot of scare stories.
Those who have moral reasons make their own arrangements. They are simply being encouraged to avoid going about declaring to others that they don't give a fig about it as if it's a clever thing to say on social occasions. Or blaring it over loud-speakers. It's the sort of thing a respectable lady would be discreet about.
It's a sort of collective giant insult to men.
Is there anything else these ladies don't give a fig about?
George Bernard Shaw did prophesy that if women were given the vote we would all end up talking about ovaries. And here we are. GBS wasn't taking a position about the matter. Whether it was a good thing or not. Neither am I as long as one part of the pub is reserved for those who want to talk about something else. But that can't be done these days, except for toilets and other places where naughty flesh might be exposed, changing rooms in dress shops for example, so we achieve it extra-legally by growling and smelling a bit. Bad language doesn't work anymore.
Ovaries are hot button news these days. Thousands of people writing to Catholic Bishops about ovaries. As if Catholic Bishops don't know anything about the subject. Germaine Greer called the Catholic Church a fertility machine. Years and years ago.
So also is the fiscal operation.