A couple of amusing quotes that I think really expose the various levels of ego problems, fantastical thinking, and hysteria that drives the anti-choice movement. First of all, Jessica caught this quote from Feminist For Life Karen Shablin:
“We all know college students have sex, so there’s no reason why there are no children. Where are the children?” she questioned. “College educated and college age women have the highest rates of abortion,” she said.
Wingnuts relate to sex like it’s Satanism and they’re Mia Farrow in “Rosemary’s Baby”. It’s going on right behind closed doors, and you can practically feel the evil, but due to the evil conspiracy of activist judges and feminists, the evidence is well-hidden under a sea of condoms and birth control pills. If only you had to get pregnant when you fucked, then they’d know for sure the extent of the fucking problem.
And this is a theme that crops up frequently in anti-choice rhetoric that I find fascinating, courtesy of some troll at Feministe:
Why are more people worried about animal rights when 1/3 of the people I could have been friends with were murdered?
Anti-choicers definitely like to dwell on all the “missing” people, with the implication that if it weren’t for abortion, you Joe Blow would be up to your ass in awesome friends, instead of stuck with all the losers who hate you now. This always strikes me as shockingly transparent, but apparently it’s effective, because you see dudes like this say stuff like this all the time.
So, the discourse of irrationality from a couple of fascinating angles.
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This is why I am in favor of government-mandated unprotected intercourse every night, for all heterosexual couples everywhere. No birth control, no abortions. Because then, and only then, would all my friends be born.
Of course, there’s going to be some nasty problems when the woman who was supposed to bear my best friend didn’t because she was - at that moment - busy being pregnant with that jerk who dumped me in high school.
My head hurts now.