There’s recently been a lot of discussion about a women’s right to choose how to deal with her own reproductive parts (not to mention the whole, “Hey, everyone! Let’s pull all the funding from Planned Parenthood!” debacle) which of course, leads down that slippery slope of outrage and heated debates about the thing everyone really wants to yell about: abortion.
It constantly amazes me how the more things change, the more things stay the same—at least when it comes to the question of equality and women’s rights.
Governor Bill McDonnell was (thankfully, it seems like he’s backing down now) poised to sign a bill that would require women seeking an abortion to undergo a trans-vaginal ultrasound. WHAT.
Look, I’ve had TWO of those things, and they are no way pleasant. They are uncomfortable as hell, they take forever to get through, and you are pinched and prodded in all the wrong places while you’re forced to crunch up in an unnatural position for the probing, and that “wand” is NOT tiny, okay? They put a freakin’ condom on it. It is completely and totally traumatizing—not to mention I can’t even conceive what would happen if you were a woman who had been raped, and then forced to relive the experience again by having a foreign object forced into you.
The idea is that women wanting to have an abortion would be forced to see their fetus and somehow magically change their minds, because you know, women decide to have abortions on a whim almost daily. I assume the people who want this bill to pass think that we don’t ever have any guilt about it, or sob for weeks over our decision, or worry about how people will judge us, or stress about a million things going wrong, or wonder if we will even survive it, physically, but more importantly, emotionally.
And manohman. Listening to Del. C Todd Gilbert say, “In the vast majority of these cases, these are matters of lifestyle convenience…” makes me want to throw up. This guy basically thinks women schedule abortions like mani-pedis.
I’m struggling with HOW and WHY this is even a question, now, in 2012. Who thinks it’s okay for government to regulate what a woman can and can’t do with her body? I mean, who thinks it’s okay for ANYONE to tell ANYONE else what they can and can’t do with their own flesh? Why is this still even a thing?
I would love to believe that I’ll see an end to all this madness in my lifetime, but I have a terrible feeling I won’t.