When someone claims to be a feminist and is pro-life at the same time.
that doesn’t make sense at all. You can’t fight for women’s rights and turn around and try to take away bodily autonomy by fighting to make abortion illegal.
“Guilty? Yes. No matter what the motive, love of ease, or a desire to save from suffering the unborn innocent, the woman is awfully guilty who commits the deed. It will burden her conscience in life, it will burden her soul in death; But oh, thrice guilty is he who drove her to the desperation which impelled her to the crime!” - Susan B Anthony
Elizabeth Cady Stanton wrote, regarding prostitution and the “murder of children, either before or after birth”: “For a quarter of a century sober, thinking women have warned this nation of these thick coming dangers, and pointed to the only remedy, the education and enfranchisement of woman… We believe the cause of all these abuses lies in the degradation of woman.”The Revolution, 1(5):1, February 5, 1868
“The custom of procuring abortions has reached such appalling proportions in America as to be beyond belief…So great is the misery of the working classes that seventeen abortions are committed in every one hundred pregnancies.” - Emma Goldman Mother Earth, 1911
“When a man steals to satisfy hunger, we may safely conclude that there is something wrong in society - so when a woman destroys the life of her unborn child, it is an evidence that either by education or circumstances she has been greatly wronged.” -Mattie Brinkerhoff The Revolution, 4(9):138-9 September 2, 1869
From Victoria Woodhull:
“The rights of children as individuals begin while yet they remain the foetus.” Woodhull’s and Claflin’s Weekly 2(6):4 December 24, 1870
“Every woman knows that if she were free, she would never bear an unwished-for child, nor think of murdering one before its birth.” Wheeling, West Virginia Evening Standard, November 17, 1875
As early as 1792, Mary Wollstonecraft wrote”A Vindication of the Rights of Women,” which Susan B. Anthony admired enough to serialize inThe Revolution. After decrying, in scathing 18th century terms, the sexual exploitation of women, she said:
“Women becoming, consequently, weaker…than they ought to be…have not sufficient strength to discharge the first duty of a mother; and sacrificing to lasciviousness the parental affection…either destroy the embryo in the womb, or cast if off when born. Nature in every thing demands respect, and those who violate her laws seldom violate them with impunity.”
“Abortion is the ultimate exploitation of women.” -Alice Paul
A woman can be a feminist and pro-life. The original feminists were pro-life.
Okay, so I know this makes relatively no political sense whatsoever, but I’m going to say it anyway. You can be personally pro-life and politically pro-choice. I am.
I don’t condone abortion, I don’t promote it. I think it’s awful, and that there’s no need for it in most situations. I would prefer for anyone to carry the baby to full term and adopt the baby out to a family where it will be loved and cared for. But, I also know that that’s not really plausible and I don’t support the illegalization of abortion for many many reasons.
By definition, you CAN’T be pro-life and be a feminist. Feminism is activism for women’s rights. Women’s rights to their bodies, women’s rights to everything. By supporting the illegalization of abortion, you’re doing something that is quite literally, anti-feminist. You’re fighting to take away bodily autonomy of people with uteri. Fighting for the illegalization of abortion is one of the most anti-feminist things a person can do.
You can’t go to every single person that is thinking about getting an abortion and find out their reasons why. You can’t do that, and there are so many legitimate, plausible, understandable reasons to get an abortion. For medical reasons, because they were raped, because they can’t afford to take care of a child, because they can’t afford the costs of prenatal care and the time spent in a hospital to give birth, because they might be transgender and having a child makes them feel dysphoric, because they don’t want to have children, because they’re still children themselves.
So. Many. Reasons. By taking away legal, safe, medical abortions, you’re taking away a person’s right to their own body. It is not the baby’s body. Yes, that baby deserves the right to life. But, it deserves the right to a life where it is wanted, loved, taken care of, appreciated… It deserves a good, happy life. And when a person get’s an abortion, it’s not always an easy decision. Sometimes it might be a selfish decision, sometimes it’s a decision for the benefit of the baby. You believe in heaven, right? You believe in God. If that baby were to be aborted, you believe that because of it’s innocence, it will be going straight to heaven. Heaven is paradise. Heaven is perfect and wonderful. But, say if that baby had been born, it would have been sick, beaten, abused, unloved, hurt… Do you want to bring that upon an innocent, unborn child simply because it makes you sad to think about a baby going to heaven, instead of living in pain here on earth?
I just can’t comfortably sit here and say, “MAKE ABORTION ILLEGAL” with a realist view on life. I can’t sit there comfortably and say, “Take away the rights of every person that can have children. Take away their rights to THEIR bodies.” I can’t do it.
Because I’m a feminist. And I believe that everyone has a right to their own body and what happens to it, inside of it, anywhere around it or near it.
Not to mention, when you take away legal, healthy, safe abortions, you don’t just give an unwanted child a chance at a possibly crappy life. What you DO give though, is no safe, legal, healthy option for a person that truly believes that they need an abortion. You take away safe options for people that could have a multitude of different reasons for having said abortion. A person that knows that their child will not grow in their womb, or was the result of a rape or incest, or a fetus that has become an ectopic pregnancy and could kill the mother and the baby… That person could be turned away by doctors for an abortion and have to resort to dangerous things. Crack-pot “doctors” that could hurt or kill them, “home remedy” abortions that could make them sick or kill them. They could be stuck with a pregnancy that will kill them.
Those are the realities of what could happen if abortion is made illegal in any way. Those are the reasons I’m pro-choice.
I used to be pro-life. I used to want abortion to be illegal. But, then I had a reality check. I realized that those bodies are not my bodies. I realized my outrage when I thought of someone, ESPECIALLY THE GOVERNMENT, telling me what I can and cannot do with my body.
I’m not replying to any other reblog of this post. Because I’ve said what I can say, and I still stand by what I say. You can’t be pro-life and be a feminist at the same time. They are mutually exclusive. End of story.
Note to Siobhan: I love you dearly. And I admire your convictions. I hope I haven’t made you upset in what I’ve said and that we can comfortably have a healthy debate about our differing beliefs. I understand where you come from. But, I really hope that you also understand my desire not to take away someone’s rights to their own body. I love you. <3
Stop commenting on fatshion articles about how you’re so sad you can’t fit into plus size clothes. Really, shut the fuck up. You know where you can shop? EVERY OTHER FUCKING STORE EVER.
You know where I can shop? At plus size stores, which there are not as many and straight size stores.
So why don’t you just let the fatties have this one? You don’t need to make this about you. This isn’t about you.
Anytime a thin person comments on how cute my outfit is / ask where I bought it, I always think to myself “MUAHAHA THIS ONE IS MINE.”
I kind of understand this… But, not completely? It’s weird. I’m at that awkward size where skinny people clothes don’t fit me right, but regular plus sized clothes don’t fit me right, either. When I go to stores that I REALLY love the clothes they have and I’m like “It’s okay. I know it’s for super skinny girls, but I’ll just get a bigger size. *tries on a large…* Nope. *tries on XL* Still too small… *CAN’T EVEN FIND AN XXL* Not fair…”
The thing about me is that I don’t have issues finding clothes because of my weight. It’s my shape. I have BIG hips, thick thighs, and big breasts. But, I have small calves, a little waist, and narrow shoulders. So, if I want clothes to fit my hips/thighs/breasts I have to buy bigger sizes, but they look funny because they don’t fit my waist, shoulders, or calves.
A perfect example. I went to the Body Shop in hopes of finding a relatively cheap reception dress for my wedding. I put on the XL, and it fit my boobs and hips. But the straps were too big, and my waist completely disappeared, because it was too big. But, if I had gone down to a smaller size, it just wouldn’t have fit. But, I saw this adorable waist cincher belt. Got it in a small, snapped it on, and it made everything work. But, the dress itself didn’t look good without the belt.
Sorry, this was ranty. But, plus sized girl classify me as “skinny” and skinny girls classify me as “plus sized”
When someone claims to be a feminist and is pro-life at the same time.
that doesn’t make sense at all. You can’t fight for women’s rights and turn around and try to take away bodily autonomy by fighting to make abortion illegal.
er…yeah. i mean, i’m not exactly jumping up and down for joy going yay abortions! but i don’t feel like i can take that right away from someone else. i don’t know why they want one. i can’t judge their reason as “not good enough.” i think people who use it as birth control are stupid, but that’s more because it’s the worst and hardest on your body, so it’s just dumb to pick the hardest-on-your-body option, i think.
and i know that in certain circumstances, i -would- get an abortion, so i can’t exactly step up on my high horse there. i think if you personally wouldn’t get an abortion, that’s one thing, that’s fine…no problem with that whatsoever. but i don’t get going out and campaigning to have it made illegal if you’re pro women’s rights in other ways…makes no sense to me.
Sometimes, I like to be mad at someone. I don’t even care if they know. Sometimes it’s better if they don’t know because then I’ll get even angrier trying to explain to them how infuriating and frustrating and irksome they are and chance are, they don’t even see how they were being frustrating and irritating and irksome. So I wait to talk to them until I can explain without crying.
SO MATURE PEOPLE, THIS IS HOW I DEAL WITH FEELINGS. I IGNORE THEM UNTIL THEY GO AWAY.
My personal experience:
Person: -does something TOTALLY annoying and frustrating and ugh why can’t you read my mind and know that upsets me!-
You: -DON’T HOLD IN THE RAGE. TELL THEM. GET UPSET AND ANGRY. LET IT ALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL OUT!-
You: Hmmm. Well, that was embarrassing. Dahling, I simply must ask pardon for my boorish conniption. Shall we sit down to tea and discourse?
Person: Hmmmm Quite. Indeed. I am quite compunctious that my actions have become such a bother to you! I will aptly and expeditiously resolve these issues!
You: Quite. Quite. I am delighted that we’ve had this confabulation, good sir/madam.
TA-DA. MATURE PROBLEM SOLVING.
Mine and Andrew’s relationship in a nut-shell.
Actually it’s more like this:
Andrew: -saying/doing annoying stuff that makes me raeg.-
Me: -RAEG.- WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? YOU THINK YOU’RE BETTER THAN ME? YOU’RE SUCH A JERK. YOU DID THIS AND THIS AND THIS AND YOU KNOW IT ANNOYS ME. WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!
Andrew: Bro. Chill. What’s wrong? I didn’t know that made you mad.
Me: WELL NOW YOU DO. AND IT MAKES ME MAD BECAUSE -BLAH BLAH BLAH- SO DON’T DO THOSE THINGS ANYMORE!
Andrew: K. My bad. Love you.
Me: I LOVE YOU, TOO YOU SUPER-JERK FUNNY SMELLING WEIRDO.
…. This was longer than expected. But, really. Just tell ‘em why you’re upset or whatever, and then… Talk about it.
Woody Harrelson:I was on my bus, and on my bus I have a yoga swing. Jennifer comes on, and she goes, 'Hi, Woody, I'm J—is that a sex swing?' Her first sentence to me.
Josh Hutcherson:When I got cast, she called me up for one of those five-minute 'Excited to work with you, blah, blah, blah' things. The conversation started with her saying, 'Think about a catheter going in – ouch!' and then turns into a 45-minute rant about zombies and the apocalypse.
Zoë Kravitz:I'd met her a few times, and she was like, 'You should come over and we'll hang out.' So I go over to her apartment, and she opens the door in a towel. She's like, 'Come in, sorry, you're early, I was about to shower.' And she drops her towel and gets in the shower, and starts shaving her legs, totally naked. She was like, 'Are we here yet? Is this OK?' And I was like, 'I guess we're there!'
Just like any other tribute, Clove had a life before she was reaped. Her father was a rich doctor and sometimes traveled to the Capitol to help with the most recent medical advances. One day, she got home and nobody was there. She saw that her father left her a message saying to go directly to the hospital. She arrived to see a woman in her mid forties sprawled out on an operating table, covered in blood and bruises. Next to her was a crying boy. Clove recognized him, but couldn’t handle staring at the gruesome scene for another moment. She ran out. Later, she found out that the boy was named Cato. Cato’s mother was the injured patient. Cato’s family was not as wealthy as Clove’s. Cato’s mother was out helping transport some of the finest stone. Suddenly, in the heat of the hot August day, she blacked out. The stone collapsed on top of her, breaking 3 of her ribs, one arm and causing severe bruising. She was in the hospital for 5 days, and Cato never left her side. One day Clove decided to introduce herself. Many of her friends called Cato “cute” but she never thought much of him. Not until their eyes met. From that moment on they were inseparable. He loved her and she loved him. When the reaping came and Clove’s name was called Cato’s heart stopped. He knew that he had to save her. When the boy tribute was called and declined, he fought ferociously with hundreds of other boys to win the spot of male tribute. Throughout the games, he never took his eyes off her. They kept the relationship to themselves, fearing they would come off as weak. In the arena they were always side by side… until the day Clove went after the backpack and the feast. As Thresh bashed her head in, she let out one final trembling scream, calling for Cato. He arrived, only minutes to late. He took her hand and never let go, not until the hovercraft arrived. From that moment on he lost all hope. All he planned to do in these games were win it for Clove so they could go back and be together. Then, when only Peeta, Katniss and he were left, he showed his very own weakness. As he gripped Peeta’s neck, he saw Clove’s face. Clove’s beautiful, caring face. That is when he slowly and strategically slid his arm along Peeta’s back, revealing the skin under her protective suit, and positioned it perfectly for an arrow to penetrate it. The sooner he was dead, the sooner he would be with Clove.
And I’m dying for it. I passed a cattle/veal farm on the way to work today.
There were little calves in such tiny spaces. Those poor babies.
I would never forgive myself if I ever consumed veal in my life. I mean, at least with adult cows they’ve had a chance to live a little bit, and they’re allowed to move around (I’m talking about farms here, we don’t have factory farming anywhere near here) but the babies… They’re just confined to these tiny tiny spaces, I seriously wanted to just pull over and pile them all in my car and take them home to give them hugs and kisses and snuggles and lots and lots of yummy food, and more snuggles and kisses and hugs.
Just a little longer til my paycheck. Just a little longer til my vegetarian diet.
It’s honestly one of the hardest things to eat beef for me anymore. And I never eat pork. I kind of can’t avoid chicken, because it’s the least expensive meat there is right now, and ugh.
i remember when i learned that guys could like move their penis. like… move it.. like.. without their hands.. like move their dick up and down and stuff. and i was just like WUTT.. WUTT IS THIS FUCKERY.. IS THAT.. IS THAT POSSIBLE..
i still don’t understand it. and when it happens im like.. uhm are you intentionally doing that?or is it like a sleeping uncontrollable twitch type thing.
Haha, usually I do it intentionally to be silly or something, but sometimes it’s kind of a weird compulsion. Like if I’m cuddling against my girlfriend and I get a random boner, sometimes she’ll notice I keep twitching it and be like “WHY ARE YOU DOING THAT??” and I honestly have no idea why I am. It guess because it feels kind of good if I’m moving it against something? I don’t really think about it though, so it’s weird.
I just got an message asking "Is Diva cup really that good? Is it easy?"
The Diva Cup is quite literally the BEST 40 bucks I have EVER spent in my life.
I’m not even remotely kidding and I’ve only used it once. First of all, it’s made out of surgical grade silicone. You can clean it with soap and water between each insertion, and boil it (be careful it doesn’t sit on the bottom of the pan and burn, though) to clean it thoroughly between cycles. If you have clean hands when you use it, it’s infinitely more sanitary than tampons or pads, since you hardly have to come into contact with your menstrual blood. You’re less likely to end up with Toxic Shock Syndrome using a Diva Cup, because it’s not absorbent, so it doesn’t risk causing small tears in your vagina as much as a tampon will.
Using the diva cup means you wont be sitting in your menstrual waste. It actually can make you feel more connected with your body menstrual cycle (it did for me, because instead of feeling disgusted by pads or tampons, I was able to see my menstrual blood for what it was, a natural process of my body.) The smell you sometimes get with pads and tampons is practically non-existent. You can safely wear it for up to 12 hours with no consequences or risks of leaks when it’s inserted properly.
You can also preemptively insert it before you actually start your period (when you start cramping, or when you know you’re about to start) so you don’t risk losing your favorite pair of undies to blood stains.
Is it easy? Yes and no. It’s easy once you get used to it. The first time using it might be a little difficult, since it’s not exactly something most women are used to, if you’ve been using pads or tampons your whole life. I say that because it kind of requires you getting up close and personal with your genitals. So, if you’re comfortable with that, then learning to insert it can also help you learn more about your own body. For instance, I learned that my vagina is slightly tilted to the right. TMI probz, but… It’s so lovely to just learn something like that about your body. But, anyway. It can be difficult to get the positioning right at first. The first time I put mine in, it ended up suctioned to the walls of my vagina, and the second time it didn’t open properly… But the third time, I felt the tell-tale pop that said that it had opened up, so I just gently inserted a finger to feel the rim of the cup only to find that I had finally inserted it properly, and I was ready to go. It was amazing.
My cramps lessened, where they normally increase when I use tampons. I didn’t have ANY irritation on m vulva like I get when I use pads or panty liners.
It. Is. Amazing. I will NEVER go back to disposable menstrual hygiene products.
OH. AND THE MONEY YOU SAVE. 40 bucks may seem like a lot when you’re used to buying pads and tampons for 5-8 bucks a box (depending on which brand you buy). But, when you add it all up, the Diva Cup is so much less, since you only need to buy one and if you take care of it, you can use it for a year before the company suggests you replace it.
So, yeah. BUY THE DIVA CUP. You won’t regret it.
Note: The only negative review I’ve seen for the Diva Cup has come from an intersexed person, saying that it was just as painful and uncomfortable for them to use as tampons. So, if you’re an intersexed person the Diva Cup may not be right for you, and I’m sorry for that.
RADICAL VEGANS, STOP COMPARING ANIMALS TO PEOPLE. OMG.
Vegans scare me sometimes. Like, I truly wonder if they were in a fire or something and had to choose between saving a chicken or a person, that they would save the fucking chicken.
I was a vegan for years and a vegetarian for the bulk of my life. I GET IT. I get why you’re a vegan and I can respect that. But holy fuck, something that I never did was compare human lives to animal lives. Like, that’s disturbing.
Like, honestly, I truly think some of them would save a chicken before they saved a person.
Also, by you being so radical in your approach (such as honestly saying that a cow’s life is more important than my life), you’re turning people away from the vegan movement.
I’m honestly pissed right now. How are you going to tell me that my recovery from an eating disorder and staying in recovery isn’t more important than a cow? How are you going to tell me I should put myself at risk to die because a chicken deserves life more than me?
Yeah totally, like really, it’s like honestly impossible to care about more than one cause at a time and that’s like such a disturbing concept I can’t believe those radical vegans.
A cows life isn’t more important than yours, but your life isn’t more important than anyone elses. What gives you the right to take away life? Where does the blame lie..Are you saying you are exempt from taking the responsibility because of your path to recovery from your eating disorder? Should we blame society for your eating disorder, and therefore blame society that you /have/ to eat meat? There are very few instances where there are valid reasons for killing, but none for murder. I honestly don’t believe this is a valid reason for murder.
People need to stop thinking of these animals as FOOD that you can BUY and essentially OWN, because that’s where you go wrong. You need to start seeing these animals as beings, who love, play, feel and experience life. They are not property, they are not food. They are creatures with their own right to life.
No, sorry, but my life IS more important than a fucking cow’s life. If you think otherwise, then I question your love for humanity.
If I don’t eat meat, I restrict what I eat. That’s not veganism’s fault, that’s my eating disorder’s fault. But it is what it fucking is, and why can’t you all accept that?
Sorry, but they’re food to me. My dog doesn’t have a problem with it, so I’ll take his opinion of me.
I bet your dog would have a problem with it if it were him you were eating.
Well, that’s your problem. You see non human animals as property. (You know, like men used to see women?) GOOD JOB. SPECIESIST, AHOY.
THIS IS WHY PEOPLE DON’T TAKE VEGAN COMMUNITIES SERIOUSLY
PLEASE TELL ME THERE ARE VEGANS OUT THERE WHO AREN’T LIKE THIS
android-pigstina i am so sorry for all the shit you are wading through right now.
Oh my gosh. ATTN VEGANS ON MY BLOG. Look, lol. This is what we call a moron! ^
It is possible to care for more than one cause at a time. Just because you see non human animals as equals, deserving the same basic rights to life and safety does not mean you appreciate human rights any less. Human rights should not stomp out the rights of other sentient beings. Saying you are more important and more deserving of life than a cow, aka a sentient being, is the most anthropocentric, selfish thing I’ve read all day.
That just isn’t okay and I’m sorry you feel that way.
Yes, I will keep saying it: MY LIFE IS MORE FUCKING IMPORTANT THAN YOUR COW FRIEND’S LIFE.
If I’m a vegan, it threatens my life, because it causes me to relapse into my eating disorder.
If I relapse into my eating disorder, shit gets serious.
And if you want me to risk that all for the sake of not eating a cheeseburger, then you can shove it.
A disability does not deem someone more important or more deserving of life than another being. It simply means they/you have a disability.
You choosing to consume animals, for whatever reason, is just that, a choice. It does not classify an animal as less significant than you.
You are so hateful tonight. Fuck.
I am hateful over stupid fucking people like you who come in here with their ableist privilege and tell me — someone whose illness prevents her from being vegan — is somehow “choosing” this, even though I’ve said over and over my recovery depends on it.
But even if I wasn’t a vegan out of choice, it’s not your place to tell me what I can and can’t do.
You’re saying you’d rather me risk relapsing just for the sake of saving your homies in the barn, and that’s not okay with me.
So yes, I’m hateful tonight. You guys have been attacking me all fucking day. Literally, I had someone tell me to die tonight.
So yes, I’m hateful right now.
All I said was your disorder does not deem you as more important or more deserving of life. You are casting yourself above others and that is ridiculously selfish. I never told you what to do. I never told you what to eat. Get off your pedestal.
I have people tell me to die all the time and you know what? I’m not lowering myself to their level by being hateful and cruel over the internet to every person who crosses my path. People can tell you to die all day long but you are the one allowing those words to mean something to you. So go cry about it and get off the internet because you are making a fool of yourself.
You are obviously just looking to lash out at people tonight and that is really sad. You can continue being hateful all you want. I will not reciprocate or give you the pleasure of cutting me down for the sake of justifying your eating habits.
Get the fuck out of here you ableist piece of shit.
I’m sick of the bullshit.
All you and your radical crazy vegan friends have done is tell me that I’m selfish for choosing to know what works for me (which is not being vegan), and that I’m “too sensitive”. People might tell YOU to die and you don’t take it to heart, but you don’t know me, my life, my history, what I’m dealing with, where I’m at mentally, and what I do and don’t take seriously. And if you knew anything about me (which you don’t), you would know why someone telling me to die right now is really really harmful to me. You don’t know where I’m coming from and what has been going on in my life, so yes, I will be hurt by someone telling me to die, because it’s relevant to what has been going on. So fuck you and your privilege. You are NOT me and do not know me.
I might be selfish, but you’re an ableist piece of shit.
I’m selfish. Fine. I’m GOING to be selfish with my life. My life is goddamn important to me, and if you think that’s an evil thing of me to feel, then too fucking bad.
There, I highlighted some of the problematic shit for you, houseofangryhippies. Since you seem to have difficulty figuring out just what you said that was out of line.
This is the second time in a week that houseofangryhippies has attacked someone for not being vegan when it’s totally out of their control. She’s ableist as fuck, and needs to seriously check her privilege.