On the news:
It’s deer hunting season. There’s a severe overpopulation problem. Too many are wandering into our territory. Too many are starving to death. It’s screwing up the entire ecosystem. Hundreds of deer are reproducing irresponsibly. Time to kill them. Eat them. Hang their heads above our mantels. It’s the only humane thing to do. All to set our ecosystem straight and to keep our country safe!
Far away, on another planet, the leader of a superior species is discussing Earth:
There’s a severe overpopulation problem. Too many humans are talking about taking over our territory. Too many are starving to death. It’s screwing up the entire ecosystem of our universe. Hundreds of earth women are irresponsibly bringing earth children to the world. I declare hunting season on humans! Kill them. Eat them. Hang their heads above your mantels. It’s the only humane thing to do. All to set our ecosystem straight and to keep our planet safe!
A fairly young historian (alien) steps in:
Wait, these Earth women aren’t all acting irresponsibly. Look! According to their history, many Earth women are shamed into bringing Earth children into the world. Punished for their fertility. All because this thing they call “religion” tells them they can’t use contraception or terminate an unwanted pregnancy. But I’ve noticed in the past few decades, Earth women are rebelling against these laws. There’s still hope! Intelligence still exists on earth! We need to put the hunt on hold.
A groan takes over the crowd.
Back to the alien leader: She’s right. The aliens, disappointed, hang their heads. Maybe next season brothers. Let our bare mantels wait patiently for regression!
Regression. A time when women were sent away to give birth. When babies were taken by the church. When coat hangers were used to supply a woman’s body with a sense of freedom. Not freedom from the child, but freedom of the choice.
A few years ago, I was in the shower when I felt a lump on my right breast. I was at that inconvenient age where I was too old to be on my parent’s health insurance and too young to have a decent enough job to provide it. So, where did I go? You guessed it, Planned Parenthood. This isn’t just about abortion. This is about all the things they do for society that seem to get no recognition. The PAP smears, the STI testing, the prenatal care, the counseling, the affordable contraception, the goddamn breast cancer screenings. Things protesters seem to have no knowledge of.
Pulling into their parking lot several years ago, I was harassed by one of these protesters. “Abortion is Murder!” his sign read. But I’m not getting an abortion, I might have cancer…
As I sat in the waiting room I found myself extremely angry at that man. Here I was, thinking about the end of my life when he was outside wasting his. He has zero experience being a woman yet he thinks he can have an opinion on our rights. I wanted to create my own sign: “Masturbation is Homicide!”
Regardless of my anger, I still looked around the room. Wondered who was there to get an abortion. Why they were doing it. Would they regret it? The media has trained me to judge them. I hate the media for this.
The employees at Planned Parenthood were extremely kind. They educated me on the unlikeliness of my condition being serious, easing my mind until I was able to get a sonogram. A free sonogram. Another reason why I support Planned Parenthood. Less than a week later I was told I had nothing to worry about and could go on living life just as I did before. It was then that I realized how important this organization is to women.
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