Yes. Me. Dawn. Moi. I flipped off [When I give the finger I try to make it look as phallic as I possibly can, using the surrounding fingers to show I have balls... I always laugh when grown men act tough flipping the bird in the way that symbolizes their lack of... well... you know] anyway- I flipped off a group of people today which is something that I never do, but when you come across such an ignorant intrusive crowd- you’ve just gotta. Who did I flip off? A group of middle aged ladies standing outside of a Planned Parenthood Clinic on my way home who were holding up anti-abortion signs. Yes- the clinic where girls also go to discuss options, talk about birth control and where they see what their options are are SHOULD they become active and what to do IF they become pregnant. These clinics are staples in communities- if the freaking hags went into one of the clinics, they would know that the people working there discuss abortion as a final option if brought up. They tend to more discuss how to talk to family, what to do and they can be a great resource for how to go about adoption if the girl chooses. While these hag bags are scaring away already scared girls, they’re quite possibly making a difficult life situation even more difficult.
Pro-Life people tend to crawl under my skin. I don’t want to toss stereo-types out there BUT [here I go doing it anyway] typically they’re the same people who are opposed to sex education and pro-death penalty [murder of an actual person- whereas I believe someone who created a heinous crime should be punished for the remainder of their hopefully long life- not getting out of it via death... there is no creator and post life torture for crimes committed in this one "Oh Middle Eastern Sky Daddy and his Zombie Spawn will judge him and have him spending ALL eternity in the lake of fire being tormented by demons!" ~"Seriously? And you are how old??"].
WHY oh WHY do fundies roam free??? Not to say all pro-life buttinsky’s are Christian Fundamentalists, but most of them are and we all know how I feel about the Christian evangelical assholes who are sticking their noses into personal affairs.
So yes, I flipped them off which was not what I wanted to, but I lacked time to put a pillow under my shirt as I walked into the clinic only to come out with pillow gone and say, “Much better!” as I wiped my smirking lips. Am I pro-abortion? Not really, however, I’m starting to see the population as cockroaches sometimes and the ignorant kids growing up to be asshole adults- I could really care less at this point. It’s none of my business as long as I’m not the one who’s supporting all those kids and the people who birthed them. I find 2nd and 3rd trimester abortions to be somewhat disturbing [and sad- and even more so for the mother, especially if it has to be done due to illness/disease/complications that could put the mothers life in danger should she go full term] and that should be illegal [unless it's due to illness/etc], but first trimester ones I have absolutely no feelings about one way or the other.
Life doesn’t begin at conception- life exists prior to conception. It’s in the form of the egg and sperm. Every time you jack off for pleasure you’re killing a worlds population of people. Each time you menstruate or take a birth control pill- that’s one less moron who’ll cut you off on the highway or steal your hubcap.
Wow I sound heartless, but seriously- I think it’s a personal, legal decision that can prevent a girl from completely freaking out and finding alternative ways to deal with a pregnancy once all options are presented to her. It’s not like she walks in and they say “Ooooh let me kill your baby!” I went to Planned Parenthood when I was a teenager- obviously I chose life and I don’t recall at any point abortion being a topic they brought up other than “That other option” which they didn’t seem comfortable to talk about and I didn’t ask.
Okay- so that’s my stand on abortion… I believe in free choice. If you choose to have a child even though risks may be involved- then it’s awesome you at least had that CHOICE and you could feel good about your decision when it turned out okay.
I have always felt the best way to go was to make it mandatory that your daughter received birth control shots from puberty until she was 18. Yes you can talk all the crap about loving relationships and save yourself for marriage- but it’s a cruel world. Rape happens. Sex happens and to be frank, a baby is the least of their worries- although it can make a hard situation even more difficult. Sex, even in a loving relationship can lead to serious STD’s, a boy/girl with a low self esteem can wind up promiscuous and possibly suicidal, making poor life decisions that can cause advancing in life more difficult; they can contract diseases that can either kill them, prevent them from having an intimate relationship with others, cause them to be sterile should they wish to have kids later on and/or passing an STD to their partner once they decided to settle down and spend their life with someone.
Why is the focus so much on getting pregnant? A baby isn’t the end of the world [although you can be giving a child a rough start in life- seriously... how many teen parents actually do wind up giving their kid to a loving home? The kids who are adopted... how many actually wind up in a loving home and not bounced around the system and in abusive homes until they turn into one f'ed up adult?] and not having a baby isn’t the end of the world either. There’s a bigger picture out there kiddo’s. Pay attention.
Put down yourself righteous signs and find a better way to convey a message than by shaming people into the decision that YOU want them to make. Hags.
Right after that I saw a truck with Yahweh plastered all over it. Freaking Google. Seriously, before internet use you’d ask the majority of Christians who that was and they had no freaking clue. You’d ask who the god they worshiped was and they would just say “God… he doesn’t have a name…” And then they’d act like to say the name was similar to the characters in the Potter books saying Voldemort. While they were parked on the corner doing the lazy begging [sitting in their truck as the signs did all the panhandling] I felt like saying “Oh I’m sure your god will provide- maybe if you had a little more faith in your lord it will… but obviously he’s punishing you, isn’t he? Try praying a more and then watch the miracles happen! If it doesn’t happen- then I guess you’re doing it wrong.”
Of course I’d never do that. I was homeless and put in hard times before WITH a special needs child. I know what it means to be down and out. Did I panhandle? No… I worked my ass off and when the paychecks stopped because I lost a permanent residence, I lived in a shelter and then was placed in low income housing until I was able to get myself out there by furthering my education and submitting job applications and going on interviews until my feet bled- never waiting for the perfect job… I took what I could get and when I was getting nothing- I joined 3 different temp services and did that until thankfully one of the jobs turned into full time employment. This was all done WHILE still being a single mother to my two children and still being in and out of hospitals with my son. Did a god provide? No. Good fortune isn’t in the skies- it should be with in yourself and the people around you.
It’s hard to feel sorry for them.
So after I came home, I caught myself teaching my son how to woo the girl of his dreams “Act indifferent, it winds up making them more interested.” I gave him examples and he watched other guys do that on TV right after our conversation and saw how the females were even more drawn to the jerks… and then I realized “Wow, I just taught him how to be a calloused a’hole towards girls. Crap.”
On another flipping off side note: I had a friend today start a conversation where he begins to tell how he met this incredibly beautiful young woman the other day. As he talks about the encounter he mentions that he swears she could be my daughter because she looked just like me- complete with my goofy mannerisms. He even said that he went up to her and asked her if she had a mom who worked at [whatever our company name is this month] and of course she said no. At first I was wondering if he did happen across my daughter [turns out no]- and then I furrowed my brow. Whereas it was almost a compliment, it did wind up feeling very backhanded. My daughter though, really? I guess it was forgiven because he knows I had my daughter at a very young age, but I miss the days when people would mistaken young girls who looked like me as my sister- such as the other week when an old Middle School classmate of my daughter was staring at me at the store because I apparently look just like Ash and she asked if I happened to be her sister.
To the old classmate of my daughter I give hugs. To the other… he gets the bird!
