â€œGoing through with the pregnancy will put my health and my life at risk.â€
â€œThe baby has a strong chance of being born with a physical or mental disease.â€
â€œI was raped.â€
These are three legitimate reasons to get an abortion. If I heard these words escape any womanâ€™s lips, I would be more than happy to give my support and lend a shoulder for them to cry on, if they needed it.
Instead, all I seem to hear from the women I know who do get abortions are:
â€œMy parents would kill me if they found out.â€
â€œI donâ€™t want everyone in school seeing me pregnant.â€
â€œI donâ€™t want to put on all that weight.â€
â€œI canâ€™t afford to take care of it.â€
â€œThe dad doesnâ€™t want anything to do with it.â€
â€œIâ€™m not ready for this kind of responsibility.â€
And the more I hear this crap, the less I start referring to them as â€œreasons.â€ They sound more like excuses to me. Ridiculous, pathetic, unacceptable excuses.
Newsflash: The point of sex is solely to create babies. I know, shocking, right?
The function of an erect penis thrusting into a womanâ€™s vagina is so that the man may have an unbelievable orgasm that releases millions of sperm to fertilize the womanâ€™s egg. The egg becomes a zygote, the zygote becomes a fetus, the fetus becomes a baby. A screaming, crying, pooping baby. And our legacy continues.
Our body doesnâ€™t know that sometimes we want to have sex just because it feels incredibly amazing. We would like for our bodies to automatically know when weâ€™re trying to create babies and when weâ€™re not, but they havenâ€™t evolved that far yet. It just responds in the way that it is biologically supposed to, and during the act of sex, it will do what it can to encourage reproduction.
The general sexually active population will try to be smart about having sex by using one or more methods of protection. I take my little pink Yaz pill every evening and have my partner wear a condom every single time.
But accidents happen. Iâ€™ve had the unpleasant shock of a Trojan breaking on me, but the pill saved me from potential pregnancy. It wasnâ€™t my fault, nor was it my partnerâ€™s. It was an accident. No one means for them to happen, but they do. And unless you have been raped, you are at fault if youâ€™re pregnant because you made the conscious decision to have sex.
How would you deal with that?
A know a lot of women who have decided to go through with the pregnancy and take responsibility for the next 18 years of the childâ€™s life. I think thatâ€™s admirable, but itâ€™s something I personally couldnâ€™t do. My job doesnâ€™t pay enough to support a baby (and trust meâ€”theyâ€™re the most expensive things youâ€™ll own), it will interfere with my career, itâ€™ll cut my dating options to an extreme minimumâ€¦ oh yeah, and I absolutely hate kids.
No way in hell would I be keeping the damn thing. Iâ€™d put it up for adoptionâ€”the third option that only 1 percent of women knocked up before marriage tend to choose, according to AmericanProgress.orgâ€™s 2010 adoption report.
It baffles me; I will mention adoption to some of my female friends who had considered abortion and their response was, â€œThat would be so much harder than aborting the baby.â€
Translation: â€œIf I canâ€™t have my baby, no one can.â€
Women with this mentality need to shut their mouths as well as their legs.
Knowing that there are plenty of infertile and gay couples out there with steady incomes willing to love and care for the child as much as I would, I canâ€™t bring myself to believe that my baby would be better off aborted, or at the very least, living a mediocre life.
If I were to get knocked up right now, yeah, it would suck spending the rest of my life thinking about the kid I let go. But thatâ€™s the risk I take for having that one night of fun I could have easily avoided. The guilt of giving up your own flesh and blood to another can never amount to the guilt of depriving it of what could be an amazing life.
Taking any other route would make me a coward if all I had were â€œexcuses.â€
Donâ€™t call it â€œpro-lifeâ€; call it â€œpro-take-some-damn-responsibility-for-your-actions.â€