So I get carried away with certain topics sometimes, and I generally stay away from them on my blog unless they are related to ttwd; but sfp sent me an email about this one, so here we go.
I truly do believe that turning a blind eye and not standing up for what we believe in makes us compliant in the atrocities we rail against. There are times when the complacency of silence makes us no better than those who do wrong.
Reproductive rights--I have them. Yea, I know--I consider myself property, and so does Alpha. But I still have the right to choose whether I will contribute to the population of earth or not.
It is the most basic right of all--the ability to make the choice to create life or not, and when to do so.
It seems like there's always a big to-do about Planned Parenthood--don't fund them, don't buy girl scout cookies, they kill babies!! Insert collective gasp of horror here.
I think that's a crock of shit.
For one, my first checkups as a teenager? Planned Parenthood. The only way I could afford birth control (you know, so as not to be a kid having kids she couldn't take care of), thank you Planned Parenthood. So they really aren't all about abortion. Suck it up buttercup and leave your judgmental bullshit at the door.
Okay, moving on. It seems like the majority of people who try to stomp on women's reproductive rights are those who aren't in the least little bit affected by their own policies. They are usually rich enough to support a small country or, well, not women.
Humanity has made leaps and bounds in progress regarding bearing children and birth control. But it seems that too many still live in the stone age when it comes to their beliefs.
When I got pregnant with our youngest son I was entering my last semester of prerequisites to enter nursing school. I was not pleased to see two pink lines. I cried and gave some serious thought to terminating the pregnancy. Alpha voted to keep the baby, but said that it was ultimately my decision.
In the end, I couldn't do it. I decided he was our serendipitous little accident, and if he wanted to be here, I would not choose otherwise.
The point is though, I had the right to make that decision. Me. Not some old dude behind a desk polishing his specks with silk kerchiefs and living a thousand miles away from all the unwanted, homeless, abused, starving, and unloved kids that are brought into the world every year.
The choice to have children. The choice not to have children. The choice when to have children. Those are very basic rights.
I have these rights. And so should every woman.
If you don't agree with me? Well you have that right. But you don't have the right to choose for me or anyone else.