Rebellious Jezebel
I believe yesterday was Blogging for Choice day. This post over at Feministe gives ten reasons why abortion should remain legal and accessible for all women. All are great points, especially when confronted with the vacuous reasoning–”But what about the bay-beez?”–of many who claim to be “pro-life.”
The truth is that most people who yammer about being pro-life, really haven’t given the matter much thought. Most don’t realize that they’ve cast their lot in with a movement that is vehemently anti-women. To align yourself with the pro-lifers is to align yourself with those who want to return to the “good old days.” The days when an unplanned pregnancy meant no choice: no abortion and, more importantly, no opportunity to have and raise the baby, since only a shameless Jezebel would keep the child. The only choice was to slink away to a home for unwed mothers and be forced to put the child up for adoption. Because keeping the child would brand a woman as a dirty slut who had the audacity to have teh Sex without ownership papers a marriage certificate.
Pro life = anti-woman = anti-family
Anyhoo, my favourite, silly, pro-life talking point is ye olde, “But what if your mother aborted you? Are you glad she didn’t?”
Heh. Meaning what, exactly? If she had, then I wouldn’t exist or be in a position to give a shit, would I? Or are you suggesting that a ghostly, fetal version of me would be trolling the Everafter, wringing my little hands and crying, “But why, mommy, why?” *Snerk.* How droll.
Cheers,
P.K.
Books I Done Read
Just a few of the books I’ve read lately.
I seem to be reading again. Now if that would just translate into “writing.”
Thessaly Witch for Hire by Bill Willingham, illustrated by Shawn McManus
Bespectacled, kind of bookish, and simultaneously sexy Thessaly is a Thessalonian witch, ancient, powerful and ruthless. Despite what the title might suggest, she’s less than enthusiastic about her “witch for hire” status. Sidekick and wanna-be love interest Fetch the ghost is the reason behind her recent string of monster killings. In fact, in an attempt to motivate her to greater things, Fetch has gone and inadvertently set an impossible-to-kill monster on Thessaly. And therein, lies the plot.
Whistle While You Lie
(Testing, testing, testing…moving over a post from the stoopid, annoying LJ.)
A couple of days ago, I was sitting here, futzing around on the computer. In the living room, the morning infortainment was on–because I hadn’t gotten around to turning it off. Matt “Mangy Scalp” Lauer was interviewing John McCain. I couldn’t hear most of what McCain was saying–mostly because my selective hearing turns off most of what Repugs say–but after a few seconds, something became blatantly obvious.
McCain sounds like an old man–his voice feeble, cracked and wavering. Actually, just a few steps away from (or out of) the grave is more accurate.
A second later, something else became apparent. He whistles when he talks! Every word he uttered was accented with a raspy little whistle as air moved over his teeth.
All the money being spent on his campaign and he can’t get a set of dentures that fit? Perhaps someone on his staff could spring for a tube of denture adhesive?
What’s with Republicans and their undead presidential candidates? At least the Democrats are able to field candidates who still have heartbeats, and are, presumably, warm-blooded critters. With the exception of the Mormon Ken Doll, the Republican field looks like a bunch of shambling extras from a zombie movie.
And it seems, they sound like zombies too. “Brainszzzzzz.” Whistle, whistle, whistle…
Cheers, P.K.
