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.
