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Jan. 23rd, 2007
It's Blogging for Choice time.
Jan. 23rd, 2007 12:32 am
I'm often told how important it is to "support all women's choices".
Well, I don't. I actively disagree with the choice some women make to have abortions, and the choice other women make to not have abortions, and the choice other women make to undergo fertility treatment, and... well, I disgree with a lot of things.
It's not my job in life to validate your choices.
However, it's also not my job in life to make those choices for you, or to prevent you from making the choices you think are right with your life. I might think they're the wrong ones (and I may or may not be right in thinking that), but it's really not my problem or my concern.
And it's not my job to tell you that you're wrong to do what you're doing. (Unless you ask for advice. Don't ever ask me for advice unless you really want advice. I actually give advice when asked even if it's not the advice you want. If you want validation, and you're not sure I agree with you, just ask somebody else.) If you're doing something I disagree with, I can do this nifty thing called keeping quiet.
Basically, I may not agree with some, many, or any of the choices you make, but I will defend to the death your right to make them. Have one, ten, a hundred abortions. I don't care. Abort kids for possibly being blue-eyed, or girls, or whatever criteria you want to use. I won't stop you. Have two, five, twenty kids. Not my concern.
Because, honestly, it's not my business, and I don't want it to be. Life is slightly easier now that I'm not butting in quite so much.
(On another, more humorous note, for people who randomly declare that "[My} Mother Was Pro-Life!!!" - she's not. And during her third pregnancy, she planned for an abortion. She didn't go through with it, though. Instead, a miracle happened...
She had a spontaneous miscarriage with apparently no physical problems, and so saved herself the trouble and cost of having an abortion, which, given that money was tight, was really fortuitous. Ain't life grand?)
Well, I don't. I actively disagree with the choice some women make to have abortions, and the choice other women make to not have abortions, and the choice other women make to undergo fertility treatment, and... well, I disgree with a lot of things.
It's not my job in life to validate your choices.
However, it's also not my job in life to make those choices for you, or to prevent you from making the choices you think are right with your life. I might think they're the wrong ones (and I may or may not be right in thinking that), but it's really not my problem or my concern.
And it's not my job to tell you that you're wrong to do what you're doing. (Unless you ask for advice. Don't ever ask me for advice unless you really want advice. I actually give advice when asked even if it's not the advice you want. If you want validation, and you're not sure I agree with you, just ask somebody else.) If you're doing something I disagree with, I can do this nifty thing called keeping quiet.
Basically, I may not agree with some, many, or any of the choices you make, but I will defend to the death your right to make them. Have one, ten, a hundred abortions. I don't care. Abort kids for possibly being blue-eyed, or girls, or whatever criteria you want to use. I won't stop you. Have two, five, twenty kids. Not my concern.
Because, honestly, it's not my business, and I don't want it to be. Life is slightly easier now that I'm not butting in quite so much.
(On another, more humorous note, for people who randomly declare that "[My} Mother Was Pro-Life!!!" - she's not. And during her third pregnancy, she planned for an abortion. She didn't go through with it, though. Instead, a miracle happened...
She had a spontaneous miscarriage with apparently no physical problems, and so saved herself the trouble and cost of having an abortion, which, given that money was tight, was really fortuitous. Ain't life grand?)