Read enough pregnancy websites/blogs/magazines and you will witness an incredible phenomenon: the authors, many of whom are undoubtedly pro-choice, speak of the unborn with excitement and maternal fondness, saying things like “Your sweet little one already has fingernails!” or “…is the size of a lemon!” or “Eat healthy, because whatever you eat, baby eats!”. You are villainized if you don’t get a flu shot while you’re pregnant, don’t use expensive organic products on your skin, or don’t exercise and eat organic food; however, if at any time you decide against being pregnant, go ahead and kill the baby. Amazingly, these authors are ready to turn on a dime and defend their pro-choice stance politically, citing a woman’s right to do what she wants with her body, since the “fetus” (a term I will never use without quotation marks, as it is a lying word: what is a “fetus”? Who coined that term to ease their burdened conscience?) is not a person yet. It astounds me that smart, educated women can entertain such a loud, obvious fallacy, and make arguments to defend what is utterly indefensible. Why is it a baby if you are excited to be pregnant, but a disposable piece of bodily waste if you are not excited? It is incredible when you think about it side-by-side like this.
Why is there apologetic rhetoric surrounding the abortion debate, even by pro-choice individuals? Why does Planned Parenthood emphasize that they offer other services-why bring that up if abortion is moral? Why, during the presidential debate, did Hillary Clinton note how painful decisions surrounding late-term abortion can be? If it is emotional and painful, is that not an indicator that deep in your heart you know there is an innocent life at stake? If you are 150% that it is not a human child, there should be nothing emotional about it; it should be about as emotional as having your appendix removed; if you are not 150% sure that it is not a human child, the thought of abortion should make your hair stand on end.
The explanation to all of this is the all-consuming selfishness of this generation. Postpartum depression is rising; lately I get the impression that it is trendy among celebrities to describe the agonies and struggles of being a new mother. The excitement of pregnancy is centered around baby showers and fantasies about the joy of motherhood; after baby is born and there are sleepless nights full of nursing and you cannot simply go to the mall or anywhere else on a whim, you are encouraged to put yourself first. Put yourself first or you can’t take care of other people. (See how Dwight Schrute sums up my feelings about that one). Seriously, who makes this stuff up?