This weekend, Jill Stanek asks the question: How do you define feminism?
The backdrop is fifty years of radical, pro-abort feminist philosophy which targets family and children as the major obstacle to women’s advancement, and which holds sacred the “right” to abortion (52+ Million), and chemical contraception as the great leveling of the playing field with men. One of the readers, Robert, made an apologia for abortion rights and had that apologia matched by Michelle, who today has thundered the most authentic feminist formulation I have ever heard. Hers is a response for the ages.
Where are women’s “rights” if the government is going to decree that they must all give birth if they happen to be pregnant even if they lack the means to take care of those unborn children or a pregnancy would either kill them or ruin their helath? Some freedom and equality.
Yeah, we know, Robert.
We can’t help it if we “happen to be pregnant.” It just happens to us through none of our own devices. We’re victims- we just wake up pregnant one day, no idea how it happened to us, and we need you and your friends with poison and scalpels to rescue us from our pesky uninvited uterine hitchhikers.
We can’t choose to not create babies when we’re not in a good position to raise them. We can’t control ourselves, or make good decisions before we make babies. (Oh sorry, forgot for a sec, we don’t make babies, we “happen” them. Or they “happen” us, since we’re the victims.)
We get it. Women can’t.
We can’t, even when we “happen to be pregnant” at inconvenient times, solve problems, can’t work harder, can’t get help from others, can’t adapt our dreams, can’t wait for later, can’t be selfless, can’t try new ideas. All we can do is poison or dismember to try to survive.
We can’t be equal to men without the availablity of abortion. We are victims, incapable of taking responsibility for our own actions. Our bodies are inferior to yours, and we resent the dreaded possibility that we may “happen” to be invaded by life-destroying, health-ravaging fetal homo-sapiens. We need you to level the playing field for us with violence and chemicals.
What would we do without you, Robert?