“Jesus loves winners.” Becky, Drop Dead Gorgeous
Honestly I love being an American. Proud is another story– talk to me when Kirk Cameron is dead. Nevertheless though, every time I go abroad for an extended period of time I’m always super happy to return home. Where convenience really is the American way. In New York City alone at any given time you can purchase virtually anything your freakish heart desires. Ginger hookers. Coke. Russian sex slaves. Donkeys. Asian midgets. Abortions. You name it, it’s yours. For now at least. This morning right above the news thread that $1 billion of pot found on federal land was destroyed, (waste of money much?), it was rudely brought to my attention that abortions are still under threat.
And like my first response is always, really? No, like really? We’re still talking about this? If I’ve accepted Crocs, how have we not accepted abortions by now? Shouldn’t we as a society be thinking up new social problems to solve? Then prohibit? Then repeal? Like I dunno, maybe we could even come up with some tools that prevent the termination of a pregnancy from ever happening? What? We already have them? Stop. You mean to tell me that birth control when used properly actually prevents abortions from ever happening? No. Fucking. Way.
So why are millions of people still fighting against a cause that is basically obsolete? I guess because attacking the practice of abortion rather than the problem of un-wanted pregnancy is a much much better way to go about things. Except that putting a band aid on a cut, or removing it all together won’t prevent new injuries from happening. It is only with proper safeguards and the knowledge how to play, that most will go through the game unscathed. And when it comes to sex, millions of people already do.
I guess the inherent problem here is that the same individuals working against abortions are also the people advocating against the mainstream education of birth control. Which is kind of just working against itself. And all peoples. Everywhere. ‘Sex education,’ more aptly, ‘birth control education’ kills three birds with one stone. It reduces the number of pregnancies, the rate of STD transmission AND abortions. Go figure. But that’s biology for you. That thing public education is supposed to teach you.
So like– clearly I’m down with abortions, they save two lives, but what about the news lately and all these freaks, politicians, people who are only okay with rape/ incest terminations? One, how could they exist so staunchly in their own hypocrisy? Two, do they priviledge rape/incest abortions because they plan on raping/incesting? What do they even mean by incest? Incestual rape or consentual incest? And like, where did they get this magical handbook on unborn fetus hierarchy? Don’t all unborn fetuses have equal right to die, regardless of their conception? I mean, forget about the 16 year old girl about to be raped out of her childhood.
I think what gets me most though, is the rhetoric constantly being thrown into the nuva ring. This really weird idea that to women, even those pro-choice, terminating a pregnancy is no big deal; a flippant decision made between facials, a desirable life experience to be included in the making of a 10 year plan. Pinned onto Pinterest boards. When have you ever seen a line around the block of an abortion clinic– aside from the protesters? It’s not an overwhelmingly happy place. per se. Women aren’t coming in droves for matching best-friend abortions. Planned Parenthood doesn’t offer a ’10th procedure free’ loyalty program… And that’s because in reality abortions fucking suck. For all people everywhere. It is a last resort. Literally. It’s 2012 and on the way to NOT giving birth there are plenty of first, second and third resorts. Not having sex is one. Having protected sex is two, and Plan B makes three. Which puts abortion last. Dead. last.
Why are ‘so many‘ relying on a painful reactive last resort rather than all of the proactive preventative measures available? Is it time? Maybe money. What about education? I don’t know. What I do know is that if you don’t believe in abortions– cool. Don’t have one. or ten. But you do have to live with them. Kind of like how I have to live with flower crowns. It’s called tolerance. Have you heard? Or is Jesus on the line?
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