22 1 / 2014
As I was walking to lunch, I passed a group of 8 girls, all about high school aged. They were talking loudly about how many unborn children they had saved today by participating in the March for Life, and how proud Jesus would be of them.
Now, obviously, I don’t agree with these young women. I don’t like their rhetoric, or the idea that women cannot make informed choices for themselves, or their prioritization of a fetus over a grown woman. I don’t like that they’re marching to try and take away my rights, and I don’t like that they’re using religion to justify it.
I hope that these young women have access to birth control. I hope that they have sex education that teaches them that consent is sexy, that they have a right to pleasure and to getting their needs met, and that can and should be active participants in their own sex lives. I hope they have doctors who inform them about contraception, and about the risks and benefits, and that they have pharmacists who don’t impede their access to whatever form of birth control they decide to use.
And mostly, I hope that if one of them has an abortion at some point in her life, which as statistics tell us, is more than likely, that she finds a community that will support her for making that choice and not shame and judge her the way she has shamed and judged others.
17 1 / 2014