Thursday, February 08, 2007

Moonbat Alert!

You Know, This Was Hard For Me To Write

Maybe it was hard to write because evidently the woman does everything with her genitals. That must make typing tough:
My vagina is angry about the lies told in abstinence-only education, and my uterus is angry about the lies legislators tell to pretend that they care about women facing unplanned pregnancy.

Making my point: Abortion treats women as if they're nothing but a life-support system for a vagina. This one comes right out and says it.

FOR THOSE OF YOU MISSING THE POINT: Women who have actual accomplishments have no need to go around making sure everybody is aware of their vaginas. Sally Ride didn't use her vagina to become the first American woman in space. Jane Goodall didn't study primates with her vagina. Marie Curie didn't do radiation research with her vagina. Harriet Tubman didn't lead slaves to freedom with her vagina. Amelia Earhart didn't fly solo across the Atlantic with her vagina. These women were real contributers of something of value to society, and had better things to do with their time than to move navel-contemplating south to their crotches and then try to get everybody else as interested as they were.


Tlaloc said...

You should have read past the references to the Vagina Monologues. Here's the part of the story you missed:

"A little over a decade ago, I awoke at 3 a.m. realizing I had just missed a menstrual cycle. In that same month, I had accepted a full scholarship to the university of my choice, secured roommates and set goals to serve on student government. Unlike most of my friends, my college education had not been a priority for my family, so I also worked two jobs to save money for the upcoming year. For the first time in my life, I was learning to value myself beyond being a good southern girl going to Ole Miss to catch a husband.

In that moment, I lost all hope: I was going to be just like they always thought I would be—barefoot and pregnant, watching soap operas and swimming in regrets.

The next afternoon, I pulled up to a pay phone and called Sav-a-Life. At the pregnancy choices center, I was shown horrific and angry videos of abortion. They said that I would live in regret. They said that I would be sterile for life. They implied that I would go straight to hell if I had an abortion.

I went to my best friend in tears, and she called the center. She told them I had not even begun to consider my options, but they treated me like cattle, just to win a “no abortion for her” prize.

I slowly revealed my secret to others. One friend had gone to Memphis for an abortion when she was in high school, and she knew that I would need a sonogram. She remembered “We Didn’t Start the Fire” was playing in the waiting room. I lost friends that summer, and I learned who my true friends were.

Yet, before my denial evolved into acceptance, I realized the pregnancy had already surpassed the first trimester, meaning my decision was made for me. I met with my parents to tell them “you know.” My mother worried about my emotional well-being; my father first put his head in his hands, then all but got the shotgun ready. I knew what they expected of me, and I talked my then-boyfriend into marrying me so we could do what was “right.” When we told his parents, his mother asked me if I got pregnant on purpose. I assured her this was not a trap. I had simply missed a pill while suffering from a stomach virus.

My Monkey turns 10 today. He’s healthy, intelligent, compassionate and more energetic than most adults can handle. Pro-lifers would count my story as a win, and I couldn’t disagree without making some think that I am a bitter, hateful mother. To the contrary, I’m a better mother than I’ve ever known. Monkey never gets a “you know” to any question. I foresee a future for him beyond starting a family. He knows he can talk to me about anything, and he does not have to depend on a “center” or misinformed friends when he has questions or troubles."

Anonymous said...

I thought this was particularly telling of the triviality of her arugment:

"I felt depressed while scheduling classes during my third trimester by desk size, and I felt shamed by my department head, who frowned upon me for being young, pregnant and worse, pregnant in public. I lived in fear that my water would break during the class with all the frat boys, the ones who bragged about sexual conquests every Monday. No one recited those risks to me when I decided to carry my baby to term."

Seriously, her arguments for abortion rest upon the reactions of frat boys in a college class?

Anonymous said...

not to be a cranky pants, but yours was one of the worst miscontruings (is that a word? maybe) of a reference to The Vaginia Monologues that I've ever stumbled across.

Christina Dunigan said...

I'm perplexed by this:

Yet, before my denial evolved into acceptance, I realized the pregnancy had already surpassed the first trimester, meaning my decision was made for me.

Where in the US is being past the first trimester any kind of barrier to abortion? It's legal on-demand for the first two trimesters.

Christina Dunigan said...

Fine, anon, then whoever wrote The Vagina Monologues is a moonbat. And I think quoting The Vagina Monologues with a straight face pretty much lands you in the moonbat faction.

Christina Dunigan said...

Ya know, I read it again, and I really, really stand by the Moonbat Ravings tag. So, she borrowed the idea. The fact that she found it deep and meaningful fully qualifies her for the Moonbat tag.

Tlaloc said...

"Seriously, her arguments for abortion rest upon the reactions of frat boys in a college class?"

You missed the whole part about her not being able to continue college and focus on the frat boys?

"not to be a cranky pants, but yours was one of the worst miscontruings (is that a word? maybe) of a reference to The Vaginia Monologues that I've ever stumbled across."

How do you mean?

Tlaloc said...

"Ya know, I read it again, and I really, really stand by the Moonbat Ravings tag. So, she borrowed the idea. The fact that she found it deep and meaningful fully qualifies her for the Moonbat tag."

Wow. Here's a play that has been enormously successful, being staged *every year* at a large number of universities, that is the cornerstone of a project that has taken in some $30 million to support women's shelters and rape crisis lines and to you it's just the mark of moonbats.

I think I know why you think the pro-choice side cares so little about women: because you discount out of hand the enormous good works that are done.

Christina Dunigan said...

Raising money for women's centers and rape crisis lines is all very commendable (as long as the "women's centers" in question aren't abortion clinics), but it's bizarre that the only means they can think of to do it is to obsess with their own genitals.

emilyb said...

Oh sweetie. Bless your heart.

Moonbat? I've been called much, much worse.

Your reaction only adds to my concerns regarding women's issues in the state of Mississippi. You've judged a woman you hardly know based upon a 1,000ish word piece.

It's much like the judgement I've received as a pregnant college student and as a young mother.

In Mississippi, there is ONE abortion clinic. If you go to a crisis pregnancy center, they do not tell you were or how you can get said abortion. All information is obtained word-of-mouth, and for a scared 20 year old, that was hard to come by.

I'm sure it is possible to get a second trimester abortion had I gone to Alabama or a surrounding state, but here, not so easy.

I volunteered at one of the so-called Crisis Pregnancy Centers here for about half a year until I could no longer stand the treatment of women at by the leadership at these clinics. They do not provide abortion info. There is no Planned Parenthood here. They tell women that abortions cause breast cancer, sterility and even insanity, and I've yet to find solid proof of that.

I did finish my degree, thank you very much.

I would encourage you to read up on Mississippi's "trap" laws before making assumptions regarding this piece. Perhaps read the third-world type treatment of the women in the Mississippi Delta. Research our history of abuse of women, skyrocketing infant mortality rate and hypocrisy of leadership telling women to "pull themselves by their bootstraps" while limiting access to birth control (also missing from pregnancy centers here), limiting access to EC and one former governor publically cheating on his wife while advising us all to abstain from sex.

You did a great job of taking my entire piece out of context of the state of women in Mississippi, but I appreciate the blog hits honey! And for the record, my life is deep and meaningful, and I do credit my genitals as a great part of that! If you stand by a juvenile name-calling as a Moonbat argument, I'll use your logic and suggest maybe you need a good lay. Or perhaps a little more education.

emilyb said...

P.S. honey.

I mean, really. Did you know that the "Vagina Monologues" raises money for abused women all over the world? Please google V-Day for a little more information. You know, like Valentine's Day, V-Day? The show is performed all over to raise dollars and awareness.

Why don't you come discuss where the column was originally published. Be sure to put your big girl panties on first though.

Christina Dunigan said...

emily, please lay off the "honey."

And as I said before, it's lovely that "The Vagina Monologues" has been used to raise money for worthy causes. But maybe a fund raising method that didn't present women relating to the world like toddlers who just found their genitals would be more dignified.

Not all women identify themselves as ambulatory vaginas. We have brains and eyes and ears and hands and so forth. We don't all relate to the entire world through our crotches.

emilyb said...

I know sweetie. Neither do I. Again, you've taken the idea completely out of context and projected yourself onto the metaphor.

Not all women lack reading comprehension either. :)

I doubt I'll lay off the honey any more than you'll lay off the moonbat.

Christina Dunigan said...

Oh, I'll tell you what, sweetie honeychild! Darling dearest kewpie-poo! You hang out with the "I relate to the world with my crotch" crowd, and I'll hang out with people who relate to the world with their minds and hearts, and everybody will be peachy keen okey dokey hunky dory! What do you say, cutie-pie?

Tom Head said...

Granny writes:
Not all women identify themselves as ambulatory vaginas.

I'm sorry, but am I the only one who finds this mental image absolutely hilarious?

"Hidee ho, kids! I'm Vaggie the Ambulatory Vagina, and today we're going to talk about men-stru-a-tion!"

I'd love to talk, but this whole shaming thing you're doing with Emily gives me hives. Seriously. It's like The Scarlet Letter, but without the subtly sadomasochistic imagery. So I'm going to take my ambulatory genitals and scoot, but I do share Emily's suggestion that if you're going to gossip about somebody, you should at least be kind enough to do it in a forum I read so I don't miss anything juicy.




The Butterknife said...

I'm especially impressed when women shame other women for making their own choices and then being brave enough to write about it in any sort of public forum.

It really shows the men what we have going for us, don't you think?

And can't we be a little more creative than "moonbat"? Seriously. We're all grownups here.

I'd expect a little bit more from you smart women who relate to the world with your minds.

How about fucktard? Or douche bag? Or "grannygrump"?

Tom Head said...

Agreed. I find it particularly inspiring when folks ridicule women after they've carried their pregnancies to term. Way to boost the number of abortions--harass women outside of the clinic if they want to terminate the pregnancy, or call them "ambulatory vaginas" after they carry the pregnancy to term. What a delightful group of people we're up against!



Christina Dunigan said...

The ridicule is that she says things like "My vagina is angry!" I mean, what's with that? It sounds like something from a Stephen King story, where some space alien invades the woman's body and out from her crotch sprouts something with double rows of teeth.

I just can't get this whole "I relate to the world through my crotch" thing. I certainly can't picture Amelia Earhart saying, "My vagina is so proud to have flown solo across the Atlantic," or Marie Curie saying, "My vagina thinks we can find medical applications for radiation."

I don't see women as vaginas and it creeps me out when other people do.

Christina Dunigan said...

Debuting a play about penises

emilyb said...

Again, "My vagina is angry" is a direct quote from "The Vagina Monologues." It's called allusion. Allusion is a literary device. You might remember that from high school if you think back real hard.

The overall theme of the piece, again...literary device, is that women are damned if we do and damned if we don't. Kind of like your reaction! One might call that irony, but irony is that one that folks get messed up a lot. I don't think your reaction is irony. It's more like out of context and illogical.

That's also what happens when one quotes Ephesians on the frontpage of a blog, then namecalls a woman she's never met or read any of her other works.

Now that's irony! I was expect a Christian to be more like Jesus with the woman at the well and less like a meany meano.

Christina Dunigan said...

I'm bored with this conversation. I admit that I simply don't "get" The Vagina Monologues. Maybe it's like the Princess Di thing, or Elvis, that some people just have a thing for and if you don't, then you totally don't get it. Because I don't.

L. said...

I saw The Vagina Monologues in Tokyo. Liked it, but didn`t love it. Wanted the t-shirt but they didn`t have my size.

My vagina is tired.

Tom Head said...
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Tom Head said...

I think we can all certainly agree that Harriet Tubman didn't lead the slaves to freedom with her vagina. Well, except in the Salvador Dali painting, but that doesn't really count...

Granny, did I meet you at Mississippi Reproductive Freedom Summer? (I would have been on the pro-choice side.) You look vaguely familiar.



Christina Dunigan said...

Tom, haven't been to Mississippi since the summer I spent in Gulfport with my in-laws in 1983.

Tom Head said...

You know, now that I've had a chance to think back, the person you remind me of was actually on the pro-choice side, too, so that would have been very odd!