It seems to be common experience that wherever you lift the lid on some kind of evil, you are sure to find more layers of evil underneath. Recently the interdependence of three particularly insidious industries has been thrown into sharp relief. *Trigger warning – the below discusses some sensitive matter* A couple of weeks back,... Continue Reading →
This week has been full of dramatic events (and no, I’m not referring to the pointless mini-dramas of my own life... those tend to be eye-roll worthy, but not blog-worthy). A poor tourist in a caravan got swept off a cliff in Ireland, Brexit is only six months away (pause to cheer or sob uncontrollably), and Naz Shah, Labour’s shadow minister for equalities, said that pre-natal testing for gender is bad because it allows women to abort baby girls (but it’s apparently still ok to screen for Down’s syndrome). Phew.
Unless you’ve been living under a giant rock, you must have heard the slogan ‘my body, my choice’. Four short and simple words; an ad hominem that's become a sort of war cry for females across the English-speaking world. It’s a giant shield brought out in defence of any argument against abortion; it’s played as a trump card, the ‘beats rock, paper and scissors’ of this moral minefield.
Here it is. The topic you probably wish I hadn't touched. Messy. Divisive. Emotionally loaded. When I was younger, abortion was quite an abstract word. Of course, I knew what it was, but it was vague. I knew little then about life in the womb and even less about what an abortion procedure really is. Once I got informed, my heart was changed for good.