Abortion. Say that word out loud and clear a room pretty quickly. If people want to talk about it, they’re likely talking about how they’re vehemently against it. And it’s anyone’s right to be against it. You can be against abortion, or you can be a person that believes it’s a pregnant woman’s right to decide whether or not she wants to have a baby. People who defend the RIGHT to have the OPTION of abortion, are often not those who have abortions. Sometimes, you can believe in the RIGHT to something, without believing it’s the right thing for yourself.
It’s kind of like how I believe that people have the “right” to legally bear arms if they want to. Go ahead, create a mini-arsenal of weapons. I don’t care. I don’t necessarily want to be around them (and maybe not you), but it’s your RIGHT to CHOOSE if you want to sleep with a loaded gun under your pillow because you’re afraid someone might try to steal your flatscreen tv. I know that people who want to get guns and weapons will continue to do so illegally even if laws are passed. It’s scary. I don’t bitch about anyone’s right to choose to buy weapons. Go ahead. It’s not for me.
But the fact that women will still continue to seek out abortion assistance if it is made illegal or more difficult to access, scares the shit out of me.
And now, a bill passed in the House, which will likely not pass in the Senate (I hope) to de-fund Planned Parenthood. Funny enough, legislation passed to provide federal funding for the Army sponsorship of NASCAR cars. You see where our priorities lie here in America.
According to their 2008 Annual Report, Planned Parenthood spends only 3% of their overall budget on abortions. While looking through this report, I was surprised (and pleased) to learn that in 2007 the number of adoption referrals increased over 100% that year. BOTTOM LINE: Planned Parenthood provides an affordable way for women to get health care, birth control, mammograms, pap smears, all of the “ugly” stuff no one wants to think about, go to, and pay for.
I can’t even articulate how much Choice means to me personally. It meant a lot before I had a baby, but it means so much more to me now.