they call me the cautionary whale

I have been really enjoying reading this blog, called What To Expect When You're Aborting. She's aborting, she's nicknamed the fetus The Tumor, and it's all great. (As long as you're not offended by her failing to be the least bit apologetic about this, which I myself am absolutely not.)

"We’re pro-choice, but on this, we’re conflicted. And if you’re not, you’re surer of your ideals than we are."

—Nerve.com

I guess I am a lot surer of my ideals than they are, folks. (Sometimes I get nervous about people who are that sure of any belief. That's how you get the radical right-wing religious people who want to make laws about what *I* am allowed to believe. But I think there is one important difference: I want to legislate a woman's right to have an abortion if she wants one, not a woman's requirement to have an abortion if she gets pregnant.)

"...the ladies of our mothers’ generation and our generation fists tighten and fangs show when the term is uttered: We’re ready for a fight.

While I do want to de-stigmatize the word, I’d also like de-politicize it. I’m not making a political statement by getting an abortion. I’m just trying to get unwanted thing out my pristinely young womb!

All alternatives feel equally as crappy

“I’m getting an abortion” – I’m also getting gay married, burning a flag, and becoming a radical Islamic cleric.

“I’m ending/terminating the pregnancy” – ugh I don’t even want to say

“I’m choosing my choice!!” – paging Charlotte York.

I’ve settled on corrective womb surgery." - WTEWYA

In unrelated news, I have been sitting around being allergic all morning, but it's about time I went out and had fun. I was sorta hoping the sun would come out first. :-/