Drop the bible, and back away from my uterus
I love the internet. I do. I love duckies and kittens and Netflix. What I do NOT love is essentially everything else I have to sift through to get to those wonderful things. The dragging odes to religions I do not care for, beliefs I do not share. Sure, most of the time, I just roll my eyes and flip off my computer screen, and then carry on my Google image search for “sleepy puppies”. But sometimes, and I mean very rarely, something so absolutely absurd crosses my path that I have to pipe up. I give you Exhibit A, which is a status posted less than an hour ago by a girl with whom I was previously Facebook friends (as soon as I posted my retort, I showed myself to the “delete friend” door):
WHAT?!?!?!
Fucking…seriously?!?!
And this is like the…8th status of this kind that this backwoods hick woman has posted. Not to get personal, but this is the SAME “woman” who posts weepy Lifetime Movie stati about her husband telling her that “money is no concern of hers” because she doesn’t make any of her own. A real fairytale. She has…400 kids, I think, but I’m not sure how you count children when the father is a blood relative.
And now, my response:
“This is absolute, complete, utter, shameless bullshit. Total religious propaganda. It makes me physically ill that such ignorance still exists in 2011. Oh, and by the way, if your Christian cohorts would support things like…I dunno, PLANNED PARENTHOOD, we wouldn’t have so many unwanted pregnancies. MY BODY, MY FUCKING RIGHT.”
I feel like I should not have to mention the fact that there is absolutely a difference between killing an infant and aborting a pregnancy. As women, we are responsible for making intelligent reproductive decisions, and then as adults, handling the consequences. If abortion is not right for you, if it goes against your religious beliefs, that is fine. That is your right, as a woman, as a human being. But I am a woman, too. And the morality structure that dictates your decisions does not necessarily mirror mine. It’s called diversity, and it’s not just an old, old wooden ship.
Look, I don’t care if you are anti-abortion. I encourage people to have an educated opinion, at least, and one that isn’t completely derived from chain Facebook stati, or what your toothless mother shouted at you over her crack pipe. State your case, but for the love of whatever god you pray to, SUPPORT YOUR FELLOW WOMEN! Anti-abortion, pro-choice. Such a thing exists. You do not have to agree with my decision, but it is my right, and every other woman’s right, to make it.