private thoughts between her legs

Let me tell you some things.

I used to investigate child abuse and neglect. I can tell you how to stop the vast majority of abortion in the world.

First, make knowledge and access to contraception widely available. Start teaching kids before they hit puberty. Teach them about domestic violence and coercion, and teach them not to coerce and rape. Create a strong, loving community where women and girls feel safe and supported in times of need. Because guess what? They aren’t. You know what happens to babies born under such circumstances? They get hurt, unnecessarily. They get sick, unnecessarily. They get removed from parents who love them but who are unprepared for the burden of a child. Resources? Honey, we try. There aren’t enough resources anywhere. There are waiting lists, and promises, and maybes. If the government itself can’t hook people up, what makes you think an impoverished single mom can handle it?

Abolish poverty. Do you have any idea how much childcare costs? Daycare can cost as much or more than monthly rent. They may be inadequately staffed. Getting a private nanny is a nice idea, but they don’t come cheap either. Relatives? Do they own a car? Does the bus run at the right times? Do they have jobs of their own they need to work just to keep the lights on? Are they going to stick around until you get off you convenience store shift at 4 AM? Do they have criminal histories that will make them unsuitable as caregivers when CPS pokes around? You gonna pay for that? Who’s going to pay for that?

End rape. I know your type errs on the side of blaming the woman, but I’ve seen little girls who’ve barely gotten their periods pregnant because somebody thought raping preteens was an awesome idea. You want to put a child through that? Or someone with a mental or physical inability for whom pregnancy would be frightening, painful or even life-threatening? I’ve seen nonverbal kids who had their feet sliced up by caregivers for no fucking reason at all, you think sexual abuse doesn’t happen either?

You say there’s lots of couples who want to adopt. Kiddo, what they want to adopt are healthy white babies, preferably untainted by the wombs and genetics of women with alcohol or drug dependencies. I’ve seen the kids they don’t want, who almost no one wants. You people focus only on the happy pink babies, the gigglers, the ones who grow and grow with no trouble. Those are not the kids who linger in foster care. Those are certainly not the older kids and teenagers who age out of foster care and then are thrown out in the streets, usually with an array of medical and mental health issues. Are they too old to count?

And yeah, I’ve seen the babies, little hand-sized things barely clinging to life. There’s no glory, no wonder there. There is no wonder in a pregnant woman with five dollars to her name, so deep in depression you wonder if she’ll be alive in a week. Therapy costs money. Medicine costs money. Food, clothes, electricity cost money. Government assistance is a pittance; poverty drives women and girls into situations where they are forced to rely on people who abuse them to survive. (I’ve been up in more hospitals than I can count.)

In each and every dark pit of desperation, I have never seen a pro-lifer. I ain’t never seen them babysitting, scrubbing floors, bringing over goods, handing mom $50 bucks a month or driving her to the pediatrician. I ain’t never seen them sitting up for hours with an autistic child who screams and rages so his mother can get some sleep while she rests up from working 14-hour days. I don’t see them fixing leaks in rundown houses or playing with a kid while the police prepare to interview her about her sexual abuse. They’re not paying for the funerals of babies and children who died after birth, when they truly do become independent organisms. And the crazy thing is they think they’ve already done their job, because the child was born!

Aphids give birth, girl. It’s no miracle. You want to speak for the weak? Get off your high horse and get your hands dirty helping the poor, the isolated, the ill and mentally ill women and mothers and their children who already breathe the dirty air. You are doing nothing, absolutely nothing, for children. You don’t have a flea’s comprehension of injustice. You are not doing shit for life until you get in there and fight that darkness. Until you understand that abortion is salvation in a world like ours. Does that sound too hard? Do you really think suffering post-birth is more permissible, less worthy of outrage?

“Pro-life” is simply a philosophy in which the only life worth saving is the one that can be saved by punishing a woman.

In reply to a ‘pro-life’ blogger: STFU, Conservatives: When I say I’m pro-life… (via grrrltalk) emphasis mine. (via fuckyeahfeminists)

Anti-choice

(via kaosafro)

This is a fantastic breakdown of systematic racism in an intelligent and gracious way.

humansofperth:

"I was traveling around Asia and there was this lady holding a one-year-old baby.  It stopped breathing and all the women around her screamed.  The mother took off towards the city with the baby in hand.
A local man said, nonchalantly, that the baby was bitten by mosquito and she was too late.  I got the feeling that this type of thing happened all the time.  
Two hours later, we caught a tour bus back to the city and passed her along the way.  She was still running, with the baby in her arms.  All of us pointed her out.  The locals carried on.  
The bus driver’s mentality suggested this was the norm.
I saw a baby, not even a year old, die of a mosquito bite.  I felt very sad for the mother and very fortunate for my circumstances.
This inspired me to do charity work.  Last week I raised $30k for a charity that helps women and children in need.”

humansofperth:

"I was traveling around Asia and there was this lady holding a one-year-old baby. It stopped breathing and all the women around her screamed. The mother took off towards the city with the baby in hand.
A local man said, nonchalantly, that the baby was bitten by mosquito and she was too late. I got the feeling that this type of thing happened all the time.
Two hours later, we caught a tour bus back to the city and passed her along the way. She was still running, with the baby in her arms. All of us pointed her out. The locals carried on.
The bus driver’s mentality suggested this was the norm.
I saw a baby, not even a year old, die of a mosquito bite. I felt very sad for the mother and very fortunate for my circumstances.
This inspired me to do charity work. Last week I raised $30k for a charity that helps women and children in need.”

ifjanetranit:

I know a lot of folks reblogged this, but the marbles though! Look at those grapes! And at least one big steelie! My older brother Tom was a marble champ, and I wasn’t too bad myself. Tom probably would have stolen a prized box of marbles for me, but that wasn’t necessary. No one really picked on me. Maybe because I had giant older brothers.

I love my sister.

itsliketheyknowus:

"Oh yeah, it hooks right into the computer! I just upload my milk directly into the cloud, and then the baby can access it from anywhere with WiFi. Technology is amazing." 

itsliketheyknowus:

"Oh yeah, it hooks right into the computer! I just upload my milk directly into the cloud, and then the baby can access it from anywhere with WiFi. Technology is amazing." 

lauracricket:

sessarrua:

Golden Embers by Nimbus2005

When did you get your portrait made, swordgirl?

lauracricket:

sessarrua:

Golden Embers by Nimbus2005

When did you get your portrait made, swordgirl?

kansenshisveryown:

northgang:

…lol @ sway’s face in the second gif [x]

She WOKE, too sad that my people 😴😴😴😴 doe.

wmagazine:

Anita Zabludowicz in her London home. 
Photograph by Jason Schmidt; W magazine November 2014. 

wmagazine:

Anita Zabludowicz in her London home

Photograph by Jason Schmidt; W magazine November 2014. 

Success is stumbling from failure to failure with no loss of enthusiasm.
Winston Churchill (via arabarabarab)

npr:

Not every dancer can be a ballerina, and not every ballerina gets to dance with the New York City Ballet. So when one makes it, and then stays with the company for three decades, it’s a big deal.

Wendy Whelan is that ballerina. And on Saturday night, at 47 years old, she’ll give her final New York City Ballet performance before she retires.

"I’m sure I’ll get very emotional after," Whelan says. "I don’t expect to get emotional during. It’s not my style, I just don’t do that. But I’ll probably enter a depression, and I just know that I will do that because I always do that after a big ballet experience. … But this is the end of a ballet career, so that’s a bit bigger than just a season of ballet."

Hear the story and see more photos from the preparation for Whelan’s last performance over here.

Photos by Erin Baiano for NPR

rollingstone:

Anita Sarkeesian on GamerGate: “We have a problem and we’re going to fix this.”

rollingstone:

Anita Sarkeesian on GamerGate: “We have a problem and we’re going to fix this.”

newyorker:

Marina Harss on the ballerina Wendy Whelan, who will retire from New York City Ballet on Saturday night:

"At forty-seven, she seems to care less about how things look than about the way they work and what they say. There’s a kind of no-bull attitude to her dancing that cuts through the posturing and the ornamentation that can sometimes be off-putting about ballet."

Photograph by Beatrice de Gea/The New York Times/Redux

newyorker:

Marina Harss on the ballerina Wendy Whelan, who will retire from New York City Ballet on Saturday night:

"At forty-seven, she seems to care less about how things look than about the way they work and what they say. There’s a kind of no-bull attitude to her dancing that cuts through the posturing and the ornamentation that can sometimes be off-putting about ballet."

Photograph by Beatrice de Gea/The New York Times/Redux