Oh the commentary that oozes out of the rotting log after a nice abortion post. And by “rotting log” I of course mean “moderation queue.”
The moderation queue is the bin into which the blog software chucks, among others, all comments submitted by first-time commenters, where they await my discerning review. When I am feeling robust, I thumb through them, approving this one, deleting that one, accidentally deleting one I meant to approve (oh well!), copying another one to the file I keep on death threats and then deleting it, etc. *
It turns out that feminism’s outrageous, transgressive obstreperality ticks off a lot of people who sit around building up heads of steam while staring at the Internet. I know this because they all leave incoherent messages on this blog. Last night, upon returning home from livin’ la vida loca, I perceived about 37 of’em enfouling the aforementioned moderation queue, most of which were written by members of the Women’s Shame On You League.
Anti-Blamite Lonni — who, I am sad to say, was e pluribus unum when she pressed the “Blame” button without having first availed herself of the divine enlightenment that awaits all seekers on the FAQ page — expressed her anti-abortion views with a great deal of warmth. Her comment was typical of the species.
Aren’t you glad that your mother didn’t think your were a “blastocyst” and a “parasitic growth” that she had to “suffer” with! Good grief….have you ever looked at the pictures of an aborted baby? No larger than your smallest fingernail, they still show every sign of being a HUMAN(yep, that’s right…a for-real, live HUMAN)being! But, that would be too hard to do wouldn’t it? To think that you are actually killing a baby would sure give a different slant to abortion. Like it or not, a woman may “own” their body but they don’t own what they produce from it. It’s intended to be an individual, not a parasite that is stuck to your womb forever.
And, here’s a thought….if you don’t want to have an “unwanted” pregnancy there is such a thing as birth control and “protection”. Or, here’s a real biggie: don’t mess around until you are ready to carry a child. Until you do that, you are an uber-irresponsible “adult”.
Lonni exhibits the typical unexamined, sloppily punctuated feelings of a well-indoctrinated babyist foot-soldier. Her unsophisticated rhetoric tumbles out in a disorganized jumble of sentimental, misogynist contradictions, all of which boil down to the unstated and unsupported argument that an opportunistic clump of cells is more human than a fully-realized woman.
Am I glad that my mother didn’t think I was a blastocyst and a parasitic growth that she had to suffer through? Well, Lonni, I’m afraid my mother did think that I was a blastocyst and a parasitic growth that she had to suffer through. She still does. But the larger point is that, had she elected to excise the clump of cells that would eventually become the low-status, subhuman spinster aunt you see before you, I would have had no views on the subject either way, for the simple reason that I would not have existed. Neither parasitic growths nor non-existent spinster aunts possess the capacity for opinion.
Perhaps what Lonni really means to ask is whether I think life is worth living. To which I would answer, certainly, if that life is not an oppressed one.
Am I moved by “the pictures of an aborted baby”? Because it is so cute and tiny? And its cute tininess should be all the evidence necessary to rationalize the annexation of my uterus and the subjugation of my person?
No, I am not moved. As several blamers pointed out yesterday, even if you call the body-snatcher a baby, if it is leeching off my personal internal organs, and if having it there displeases me for any reason whatsoever, and the only way to get it out is to kill it, then kill it I will. When another entity appropriates sovereignty over my person, what am I but a slave? As a human being, I object unconditionally to enslavement, for me or for anyone else.
Lonni also suggests, somewhat endearingly, that pregnancy may be avoided by simply declining to “mess around.” While I appreciate Lonni’s sex-ed revelation that that the mystery of life is nearly always predicated by male pronging, it is unreasonable to assume that women, who comprise the sex class, are in a position to opt out of the vocation to which society has subjugated us by default, or even to ensure that birth control is used. Moreover, if we do wanna boink, we should be free to do so without the threat of life-altering, state-imposed punishment looming over us. Why the hell shouldn’t we? Because we aren’t as human as men?
According to Lonni’s reasoning we aren’t. Although she regards all clumps of reproductive matter as “individuals” — by which she means sovereign entities — she must also believe that at some point, after they are brought to term and become female humans, their individuality necessarily evaporates in order for them to assume lives as meatsock slaves. Following this logic, women are really only fully human until we are born.
Lonni and I are in complete agreement on one point: that women don’t own what our bodies eject. There are plenty of bodily effluents over which I would be happy to waive my jurisdiction, after they’re out and away. But — and this is where Lonni and I part ways — until they’re out, they’re mine. Take my used kleenex, my earwax, my excised tumors, but unless I’ve given you the secret password, stay the hell out of my canals.
And for crying out loud, if a kid is what gets ejected, by all means set it free. Don’t shake it or hit it or send it to bed without its supper. Don’t imprison it in a nuclear family or in some bleak concentration camp of a school. Don’t tell it to lose weight or how pretty it looks in makeup. Don’t abuse it with patriarchal myths about appeasing imaginary dude-centric celestial concierges. Don’t force it to marry some asshole in exchange for money. Don’t throw it out on the streets if it’s gay. Don’t expect a goddam thing.
* Currently I am tinkering with the blog, which means that it is sometimes briefly offline or non-functional, so comments are disappearing left and right. If you are a regular blamer whose comment hasn’t showed up, is not necessary to email me with hurt feelings because you think I’ve banned you for no reason or something. It will all be straightened out in a week or two.