Comments by "June VanDerMark" (@junevandermark952) on "Channel 4 News"
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From the book … My Own Words … author … RUTH BADER GINSBURG.
Whether you are a Christian, or an Atheist … you better think hard and long, as you close one clinic after another … in the pretence that it protects “babies.”
The lives of women are at stake here, and they are the lives of your mothers, daughters, aunts, friends … and even grandmothers.
Then she made a point, nowhere addressed in the Breyer opinion, but embedded in the memories of women old enough to remember the days when abortion was illegal: “When a State severely limits access to safe and legal procedures, women in desperate circumstances may resort to unlicensed rogue practitioners, faute de mieux,I at great risk to their health and safety.”
(Later speaking with a reporter, she was blunt about the law’s purpose: “It seemed to me it was a sham to pretend this was about a woman’s health” rather than about making it harder to obtain an abortion.)
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@triarb5790 The evangelicals continually lobby the government to in turn try to once again make abortion illegal.
I don't know about you, but I relate to the following article.
The Abortion Monologues ... author ... Jane Cawthorne
Monologue 8
There are these ads on the buses. They say they help women like me, women who are pregnant and don't know what to do next. I didn't want to go see my doctor about it. I don't like her much and I didn't want her to know. So I called them and I told them I wanted an abortion and they said I should come into the office and see a counsellor.
This counsellor, she kept talking to me about my "other options." I thought, well okay, they're counsellors, doing what counsellor's do, trying to make sure I've thought it through. I go along with it all, try to be polite. And then I say again that I want to have an abortion and could they help me set that up. They tell me to come back in a month. I say that I don't want to wait a month. I want to do it now., and are they going to help me or not? They say okay then, they're going to show me this movie, to help me know what to expect. I'm thinking, I don’t really want to see a movie, that if I was having my appendix out I wouldn't want to see a movie of it before the fact. I'm starting to think I've got to get out of there, but then the thought of starting the whole thing over or going to my doctor I don't like or the walk in clinic doesn't thrill me either. So, against my better judgment, I stayed. I'm in this dark room with the TV and this counsellor and they show me this film of all these ripped up fetuses and these women talking about how they're so sorry they had an abortion. It's disgusting. I ran out of there so fast.
It should be illegal, what they do.
They said they were non-judgmental and confidential in the ad. (laughs.) They phoned me at my house. (Getting increasingly agitated.) What if I lived with other people? They left me messages about keeping the baby, about how families would love to adopt my baby. It was insane. I phoned them back and threatened them with a lawyer, like I even have one, told them to stop harassing me.
They said lots of single women have babies now and in time, I would find a husband. Find a husband? Welcome to 19-fucking-50.
And don't try and tell me I should have given it up for adoption. It's not my job to give a baby to some couple who can't have one of their own. Fine, if that's what I want to do, but I don't. And I won't be guilted into it. It's nine months of my life too. Good for those who want to. But don't tell me I have to.
Besides, I'd always wonder about it. I can't live like that.
I was never someone who felt strongly about abortion before. Now I practically barf when I pass those stupid religious billboards and hear people talk their pro-life bullshit. Television preachers, morons in letters to the editor, men mouthing off about murder, I've got news for you. You haven't got a fucking clue. You'll stand with your stupid posters and block my way to the clinic, call me a murderer, but what actual good are you doing for all the little babies out there already that nobody wants? Talk to me about the sanctity of human life. There are seven billion of us on the planet. Seven billion. They figure nine billion by the time I'm fifty. Let's look after the ones already here, make sure all those kids are fed, have a roof over their heads, an education, a future instead of protecting a bunch of cells. With their logic, we should be saving every drop of sperm. We should be collecting our menstrual blood and fining the discarded egg and burying it with a solemn service. It makes no sense.
We've got real problems to deal with, climate change, a planet in crisis. We are so full of our self-importance. But we're like locusts, destroying our host, shitting where we eat. One less of us can only be a good thing.
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@chlomyster8526 I hope this bit of history gives you a laugh, to lighten your mood.
A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE WORST WAYS TO CURE EVERYTHING ... authors ... Lydia Kang MD and Nate Pedersen.
QUACKERY
The epidemic reached such epic levels during the second half of the nineteenth century that Dr. Russell Trall, a hydrotherapist, made the bold declaration that 75 percent of women in the United States suffered from hysteria. The cure? A "pelvic massage" of enough vigor to eventually induce a "hysterical paroxysm." The Victorians were masters at the pseudonym. Indeed, according to some historians, women were prescribed genital massages--conducted by their male doctors (!)--to induce orgasm.
Now, you'd think that this might be part of some sort of large-scale mass delusion with a Freudian wet dream of sexual undertones. But here's the kicker: Physicians didn't think there was anything sexual about their "pelvic massages." In fact, they were kind of annoyed at having to do them at all. Doctors complained that the correct technique was time consuming to learn and was time consuming to boot. Some exhausted physicians reported a pelvic massage took about an hour to successfully perform and led to cases of "wrist-ache."
Lest we pity our poor Victoriian doctors, laboriously massaging the genitals of their female patients, an important invention was about to come to their rescue: the electromechanical vibrator.
This device was no joke. Weighing in at forty pounds, it was powered by a wet cell battery and came with an assortment of little add-ons called "vibratodes." Invented by Dr. Joseph Mortimer Granville in the late nineteenth century, the vibrators were a hit with doctors because they reduced the time needed to obtain orgasm from an hour to about five minutes.
Little did the physicians know, however, that they were cutting themselves out of the picture. As soon as vibrators became even remotely portable, a burgeoning kitchen industry in the manufacture and sale of household vibrators sprang onto a fertile market. Soon, the modern woman of the early twentieth century could order a personal vibrator for a few dollars from the Sears catalog. It certainly beat paying your doctor to get you off, and it wasn't long before physicians stopped offering pelvic massages..
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@luciassaint683 I hope this bit of history gives you a laugh, to lighten your mood.
A BRIEF HISTORY OF THE WORST WAYS TO CURE EVERYTHING ... authors ... Lydia Kang MD and Nate Pedersen.
QUACKERY
The epidemic reached such epic levels during the second half of the nineteenth century that Dr. Russell Trall, a hydrotherapist, made the bold declaration that 75 percent of women in the United States suffered from hysteria. The cure? A "pelvic massage" of enough vigor to eventually induce a "hysterical paroxysm." The Victorians were masters at the pseudonym. Indeed, according to some historians, women were prescribed genital massages--conducted by their male doctors (!)--to induce orgasm.
Now, you'd think that this might be part of some sort of large-scale mass delusion with a Freudian wet dream of sexual undertones. But here's the kicker: Physicians didn't think there was anything sexual about their "pelvic massages." In fact, they were kind of annoyed at having to do them at all. Doctors complained that the correct technique was time consuming to learn and was time consuming to boot. Some exhausted physicians reported a pelvic massage took about an hour to successfully perform and led to cases of "wrist-ache."
Lest we pity our poor Victoriian doctors, laboriously massaging the genitals of their female patients, an important invention was about to come to their rescue: the electromechanical vibrator.
This device was no joke. Weighing in at forty pounds, it was powered by a wet cell battery and came with an assortment of little add-ons called "vibratodes." Invented by Dr. Joseph Mortimer Granville in the late nineteenth century, the vibrators were a hit with doctors because they reduced the time needed to obtain orgasm from an hour to about five minutes.
Little did the physicians know, however, that they were cutting themselves out of the picture. As soon as vibrators became even remotely portable, a burgeoning kitchen industry in the manufacture and sale of household vibrators sprang onto a fertile market. Soon, the modern woman of the early twentieth century could order a personal vibrator for a few dollars from the Sears catalog. It certainly beat paying your doctor to get you off, and it wasn't long before physicians stopped offering pelvic massages..
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