You know, I'm sick of hearing people whine about taxes. They cringe and become angry when confronted with higher taxes. I suspect that they don't realize that their taxes go to pay for their kids' schools, their social security, their roads, their local and state parks and public recreation areas, their sidewalks, their emergency services, sewer systems and various other public infrastructure.
These things require money to build and maintain. Yeah, having to pay more money sucks, especially if you're poor, but let's be realistic here. That money has to come from somewhere, and you, the citizen using the services and structures, are the only fair option.
So the next time you think about how you wish your kids didn't have such a shitty school, or that you wish they'd fix the road you take to work, or wish there was a decent, safe park nearby, remember that your taxes pay for all of it. Is it really any wonder that our schools rank so poorly compared to the rest of the world when we get stingy with taxes for public education?
"No!" they cry. "Not higher taxes! Anything but that!"
People bitch ad nauseum about how the infrastructure is falling apart, how the schools are falling apart, how their kids are fat and lazy and stupid, how they expect free money when they get old, and how there's not enough green places in their neighborhoods. But they forget about all that as soon as someone wants to raise taxes to pay for it.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Little Cyclops Babies
In another curiosity-induced Google image search, I stumbled upon an image of a cyclops baby on Flickr with a caption. The picture is here. Now, look at the caption after you get over your initial shock at seeing such a bizarre thing.
"The child died when she was one month old when. It is possible that the child was euthenized by the hospital administrators."
Is that a bad thing? Babies with shitty disorders should be euthanized. It's more humane for everyone. A lot of these freak-babies, at least the ones that survive, can't have much of a life at all. Imagine how they must be treated, how lonely they'd be, how embarrassed and ashamed their families are, and how they are stared and gawked at like some sort of... well, freak.
If hospital administrators did euthanize it, then kudos to them, for putting it out of its misery. Just because it's born doesn't mean it's meant to be alive.
"The child died when she was one month old when. It is possible that the child was euthenized by the hospital administrators."
Is that a bad thing? Babies with shitty disorders should be euthanized. It's more humane for everyone. A lot of these freak-babies, at least the ones that survive, can't have much of a life at all. Imagine how they must be treated, how lonely they'd be, how embarrassed and ashamed their families are, and how they are stared and gawked at like some sort of... well, freak.
If hospital administrators did euthanize it, then kudos to them, for putting it out of its misery. Just because it's born doesn't mean it's meant to be alive.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
People Are Stupid
Whilst reading up on whether or not it was okay to orgasm or lift heavy things immediately after an abortion, I came across copious amounts of rude, crude, illogical, self-righteous, ignorant and bigoted statements from people.
It never ceases to make me shake my head in disbelief when, after reading a legitimate abortion-related question (in this case, about when it's okay to have sex again after an abortion) , I read replies like this:
"What the f*ck are you doing having sex after an abortion? Abortion is NOT a form of birth control! Keep your d*mn legs closed!"
"What surrounded by the HELL are you doing having sex days after an abortion.you are one SICK.HORNY..S*LUT..walk back to the trailer park and super cement your coochie closed.you FREAK!"
Then there's the multi-page discussions one stumbles upon with such eloquent statements as this:
"I love abortion when they are aborting babies that will become liberal. Otherwise it should be totally banned in any form."
"the way i see it abortion is wrong because it is simply a way out of a bad sitiuation which people got themselves into. there's an easy way to avoid this whole situation in the first place, just don't have sex! it's that easy. or if you are a nympho and must have sex then be aware of either your or your partner's menstrul cycle and avoid sex when she's ovulating. it is really not that hard. and as for the peoplel who get themselves pregnent, they already had a choice and that choice was whether or not to have sex. if i make a choice to shoot somebody in the head with a gun, would i get a second choice that could allow me to just walk away from the consequences of my actions? no. so why should they? the people made the wrong decision in having sex, and they should have to deal with the consequences of their actions instead of just burying them in a dumpster, like all us people who live with real responsibility live with the consequences of our actions."
I don't even try arguing with it anymore. I just shake my head, because people are fucking stupid. They don't think. They can't be bothered to. They don't think about the ramifications if things were the way they want them to be. Either they don't think, or they don't care.
Most people, when they believe they are right, they will not budge. Not even in the face of the most damning evidence to the contrary. Everything is black and white to these people.
They don't realize- or they refuse to acknowledge- that things are not so cut an dried. They don't consider differences in situation, is feelings, in thoughts, in backgrounds or in wants or needs. What's good for the goose is, inevitably, good for the gander. That's how they think.
It's not too shocking that the people who behave this way are usually, in a painfully obvious way, sub-par in the intelligence department.
I've noticed, after reading so much on both sides of the abortion argument, that the side against it is almost always the group more likely to paint everyone with the same broad, bigoted, black and white brush.
They all make the same arguments ad nauseum. The women should have kept their legs closed. They must have had unprotected sex. They're shirking their responsibilities. They're taking the easy way out. They're getting off easy. They're using abortion as a birth control.
Has anyone else noticed that in these arguments, none of the blame ever falls on the man? Even though he chose to participate in sex, his role in the mistake/accident is rarely ever mentioned, and he is rarely, if ever, scolded? Also, a disproportionate number of men like to rant on about the "evils" of abortion, even though they can never be pregnant. But I digress.
It's disgusting, really, that so many people think this way. I find many more arguments against abortion than I do for abortion. And also a lot of fence sitters. You know the type. The ones who claim to be pro-choice, and in the same breath assert that they believe abortion is a bad, dirty, shameful thing, a "necessary evil", and that they would never have one. These people are just pro-lifers with an apologist twist.
It is damn disturbing that such stupid people have as much influence, both political and social, as they do.
It never ceases to make me shake my head in disbelief when, after reading a legitimate abortion-related question (in this case, about when it's okay to have sex again after an abortion) , I read replies like this:
"What the f*ck are you doing having sex after an abortion? Abortion is NOT a form of birth control! Keep your d*mn legs closed!"
"What surrounded by the HELL are you doing having sex days after an abortion.you are one SICK.HORNY..S*LUT..walk back to the trailer park and super cement your coochie closed.you FREAK!"
Then there's the multi-page discussions one stumbles upon with such eloquent statements as this:
"I love abortion when they are aborting babies that will become liberal. Otherwise it should be totally banned in any form."
"the way i see it abortion is wrong because it is simply a way out of a bad sitiuation which people got themselves into. there's an easy way to avoid this whole situation in the first place, just don't have sex! it's that easy. or if you are a nympho and must have sex then be aware of either your or your partner's menstrul cycle and avoid sex when she's ovulating. it is really not that hard. and as for the peoplel who get themselves pregnent, they already had a choice and that choice was whether or not to have sex. if i make a choice to shoot somebody in the head with a gun, would i get a second choice that could allow me to just walk away from the consequences of my actions? no. so why should they? the people made the wrong decision in having sex, and they should have to deal with the consequences of their actions instead of just burying them in a dumpster, like all us people who live with real responsibility live with the consequences of our actions."
I don't even try arguing with it anymore. I just shake my head, because people are fucking stupid. They don't think. They can't be bothered to. They don't think about the ramifications if things were the way they want them to be. Either they don't think, or they don't care.
Most people, when they believe they are right, they will not budge. Not even in the face of the most damning evidence to the contrary. Everything is black and white to these people.
They don't realize- or they refuse to acknowledge- that things are not so cut an dried. They don't consider differences in situation, is feelings, in thoughts, in backgrounds or in wants or needs. What's good for the goose is, inevitably, good for the gander. That's how they think.
It's not too shocking that the people who behave this way are usually, in a painfully obvious way, sub-par in the intelligence department.
I've noticed, after reading so much on both sides of the abortion argument, that the side against it is almost always the group more likely to paint everyone with the same broad, bigoted, black and white brush.
They all make the same arguments ad nauseum. The women should have kept their legs closed. They must have had unprotected sex. They're shirking their responsibilities. They're taking the easy way out. They're getting off easy. They're using abortion as a birth control.
Has anyone else noticed that in these arguments, none of the blame ever falls on the man? Even though he chose to participate in sex, his role in the mistake/accident is rarely ever mentioned, and he is rarely, if ever, scolded? Also, a disproportionate number of men like to rant on about the "evils" of abortion, even though they can never be pregnant. But I digress.
It's disgusting, really, that so many people think this way. I find many more arguments against abortion than I do for abortion. And also a lot of fence sitters. You know the type. The ones who claim to be pro-choice, and in the same breath assert that they believe abortion is a bad, dirty, shameful thing, a "necessary evil", and that they would never have one. These people are just pro-lifers with an apologist twist.
It is damn disturbing that such stupid people have as much influence, both political and social, as they do.
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Had An Abortion
I got my parasite problem taken care of yesterday.
I can't say it was a breezy, pleasant experience this time.
After spending 2 hours in the main waiting room (where the patients' rides and whoever else came with them wait), they called several of us back and shuffled us off into a dressing room where we were ordered (for lack of a better term) by a fat nurse to put on gowns and paper slippers. Why on earth did they tell us to bring socks if they were just going to make us wear paper slippers?
We couldn't even bring anything to do. No books, no games, no magazines, no music, no mini-dvd. Nothing.
We were taken into the waiting/recovery room, where they proceeded to hook a couple of us up to IV's containing Ringer's Solution. We got 2 bags of the stuff. Why, you ask? They said it was for those of us receiving the "strong IV sedation drugs". Well, I've been totally knocked out from "strong IV sedation drugs" before when I got my wisdom teeth out. I didn't need any IV's then.
IV's fucking hurt, did anybody ever tell you that? They had to stick me twice to get it into my hand properly. The second time hurt worse than the first. Had to be my hand because nobody can ever find any veins in my arms.
Wouldn't you believe it, I had the worst panic attack I've ever had and fainted? At first it felt like there were drugs in that IV, but instead of euphoria, I felt such terrible fear. Then my vision started fading out. The last thing I remember is telling the staff that I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. When I came to, all the available staff in the abortion ward were surrounding me. I had cold rags on my face, and I was sweating profusely. I felt great, though. Like I had just woken up from a much-needed nap. The poor girl next to me was scared shitless. There was a crowd of other abortion-expecting women gathering in the hall sporting horrified looks.
This, after they had already had one emergency that day. Some woman collapsed on the floor right outside the waiting/recovery room and bled like crazy all over the floor. She had to be rushed to the hospital.
But it didn't stop there. Oh no. There was a very fat woman who had just gotten her abortion and an IUD. She was sitting in recovery. Then she passed out. Staff and patients started freaking again. This was the third scare/emergency of the day.
They hooked her up to a hear monitor and you could hear her heart beat. It was so irregular that I expected her to have a heart attack at any moment. She was having arrhythmias. Those are the things heart attacks are caused by. She was completely nonresponsive. She was put on oxygen and an ambulance was called.
Sometime during this, me and the girl next to me heard some rather violent puking coming from the bathroom not 10 feet away.
Later, we overheard that the really fat woman who passed out had been hemorrhaging. She lost about 700 milliliters of blood. Your standard wine bottle holds 750.
Now we were all scared. The staff tried their hardest to assure us that this stuff didn't usually happen, especially not all in one day. But I overheard one woman saying that there was a different doctor there than usual.
It was a shitty day at Planned Parenthood.
Before the ambulance arrived, we were shuffled off into a different waiting room, which was previously full, thus why me and another girl were waiting in the recovery room. At that point we had all been there for 4+ hours and we were all bored out of our minds and starving. One woman had been there since 7 that morning. Two had had to come back because nobody ever got around to giving them their abortions. The staff blamed the ridiculous wait on the fat woman that passed out, saying it pushed everything back. But I found out quickly that the staff, while really quite friendly, are liars. There's no way that a 15 minute incident would push things back for hours.
The women who had decided not to undergo IV sedation were given Valium and ibuprofen. Hours ago. Their Valium had long since worn off and they were scared. The staff refused to give them a re-dose.
Things finally got rolling around 4pm. They started calling us back for our abortions in some unknown order. We heard screaming. The women who were having their abortions were fucking screaming. This did not happen just once. This happened each time they took one of us back. Then the screaming would stop and a couple of minutes later a woman would trudge into the recovery room looking like she'd been dragged through hell and back.
Not too long after, it was my turn. I was terrified. They took me into the room where I noticed that they were going to use a special syringe (manual aspiration) to get the parasite out, since I was only 5 weeks.
I got on the table and put my feet in the stirrups ala pelvic exam. They put a heart monitor on my finger and my heart beat was very fast. I was even more terrified now than I was earlier. A woman with a kind face walked in and explained what was going to happen. Then another woman, who I presumed was the doctor to be performing the abortion, asked me if I had any questions. Oh yeah. I had a question alright. But even though I pretty much already knew the answer, I hoped she would tell me something else. And I hoped I would believe her.
I asked her what all the screaming was. She looked taken aback- like she was expecting any question other than that. She stuttered a little bit as she very obviously lied that the women were screaming because they were more afraid of the IV needle than they were the procedure. Not likely. In the waiting room, they were practically begging for drugs. Besides that, IV sedation was only given to a few of us. We still had IV's in our hands/arms. They gave us our drugs through a tube in that. There were no extra needles to be afraid of, except the ones to go in our cervix.
They put an oxygen mask on me and injected the Fentanyl/Versed cocktail into the IV. They said it would hit me like a ton of bricks. Well, it didn't. I've been hit by a ton of brick by drugs before. This was akin to being hit with a feather. It was even weaker than what I was given during my last abortion. "Strong IV sedation drugs" my ass! It wasn't near enough. They didn't even bother to wait until the drugs had fully kicked in to start the procedure. The doctor started numbing my cervix just seconds after they gave them to me. She must have injected it 4 times. The pain was terrible. I feel bad for the poor nurse who was holding my hand. I though that was the worst of it. I thought that the actual abortion would be a breeze. Well, I ate my words (thoughts?). I'd never felt such pain in my life. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming. I didn't want the other women to hear more screams. It didn't feel like simply strong cramping like last time- It felt like someone was trying to tear my uterus out, and succeeding. I remember wondering, "is this what it feels like to be brutally tortured?"
I have to say that that was even hard to write. My body is stiff as a board right now. I can still remember the pain so clearly. They said the drugs would knock me out- that they would make me forget- but they didn't. They barely even helped. I don't even know why they bothered. I was still scared. I was still wide awake, aware, and I was still in more pain than I'd ever been in.
After my personal tour of hell finally came to an end, I felt blood rushing out of me. I was wiped off, given a pad and helped to my feet. It hurt to stand up! They led me to the recovery room and gave me a blanket, graham crackers and Pepsi, which was very nice, since caffeine helps kill pain. I was cramping painfully, and all I wanted was to take a nap. Fortunately, I recovered quickly- more quickly than some of the women, who sat in there looking quite miserable. I bled only a little, and the cramping lessened significantly. When I was ready to go, it still hurt a little to stand, but it was bearable. I shuffled druggedly into the dressing room and got dressed. I bid farewell to the other women there and went home.
I almost burst out in tears in the car. Relieved though I was to no longer be pregnant, I felt traumatized by the stress and pain I went through. I don't understand why it was so painful. I was so early, and the drugs were supposed to be strong. I'm tempted go back to the private clinic if I ever need another abortion. I'd read a couple of people relaying horrible, painful experiences at Planned Parenthood. I didn't think much of it, but now I wonder- especially after hearing the screams of other women, and after all the emergencies of that day.
I don't want to go through that again, and I wouldn't wish it on anybody, except the people who would say that we deserved it for getting pregnant/"killing our babies". And I know there are people who would say that, because I've heard it before.
If I do happen to somehow find myself with another unwanted parasite, I'm doing the abortion pills.
You know, in this technologically-advanced age, why isn't it possible to get a virtually pain-free abortion? Why should such a simple, quick procedure cause so much pain and suffering?
Many things could have been done differently. They could have used smaller needles, more drugs, and nitrous oxide. Nitrous, I believe, would have made a huge difference when combined with even the weak drugs they gave me. And we likely wouldn't have remembered much at all. Overall, I was very disappointed with the way they did things. How many women have gone through, and will go through, unnecessary, excruciating pain and suffering, all because they gave grossly inadequate anesthesia?
I'll tell you one thing: Never underestimate what a woman will go through to end a pregnancy she desperately does not want. I would do it again in a heartbeat if it came down to it, and plenty of other women there felt the same. I also learned thatanti-woman pro-life protesters aren't always willing to stand out in the blazing sun on a 95 degree day to do "god's work". :P
I'm glad I had an abortion. I'm not ashamed of it, like people tell me I should be. I see no reason to be. Abortion has such a disgusting, undeserved and frankly, damaging stigma. I think society would do well to accept abortion the was that it accepts any other medical procedure. Women's bodies are not a political or religious battleground, and are not property to be fought over. When a woman has an abortion, it affects nobody but her, and nobody else should have a say in how she governs her body's functions.
I can't say it was a breezy, pleasant experience this time.
After spending 2 hours in the main waiting room (where the patients' rides and whoever else came with them wait), they called several of us back and shuffled us off into a dressing room where we were ordered (for lack of a better term) by a fat nurse to put on gowns and paper slippers. Why on earth did they tell us to bring socks if they were just going to make us wear paper slippers?
We couldn't even bring anything to do. No books, no games, no magazines, no music, no mini-dvd. Nothing.
We were taken into the waiting/recovery room, where they proceeded to hook a couple of us up to IV's containing Ringer's Solution. We got 2 bags of the stuff. Why, you ask? They said it was for those of us receiving the "strong IV sedation drugs". Well, I've been totally knocked out from "strong IV sedation drugs" before when I got my wisdom teeth out. I didn't need any IV's then.
IV's fucking hurt, did anybody ever tell you that? They had to stick me twice to get it into my hand properly. The second time hurt worse than the first. Had to be my hand because nobody can ever find any veins in my arms.
Wouldn't you believe it, I had the worst panic attack I've ever had and fainted? At first it felt like there were drugs in that IV, but instead of euphoria, I felt such terrible fear. Then my vision started fading out. The last thing I remember is telling the staff that I felt like I was going to have a panic attack. When I came to, all the available staff in the abortion ward were surrounding me. I had cold rags on my face, and I was sweating profusely. I felt great, though. Like I had just woken up from a much-needed nap. The poor girl next to me was scared shitless. There was a crowd of other abortion-expecting women gathering in the hall sporting horrified looks.
This, after they had already had one emergency that day. Some woman collapsed on the floor right outside the waiting/recovery room and bled like crazy all over the floor. She had to be rushed to the hospital.
But it didn't stop there. Oh no. There was a very fat woman who had just gotten her abortion and an IUD. She was sitting in recovery. Then she passed out. Staff and patients started freaking again. This was the third scare/emergency of the day.
They hooked her up to a hear monitor and you could hear her heart beat. It was so irregular that I expected her to have a heart attack at any moment. She was having arrhythmias. Those are the things heart attacks are caused by. She was completely nonresponsive. She was put on oxygen and an ambulance was called.
Sometime during this, me and the girl next to me heard some rather violent puking coming from the bathroom not 10 feet away.
Later, we overheard that the really fat woman who passed out had been hemorrhaging. She lost about 700 milliliters of blood. Your standard wine bottle holds 750.
Now we were all scared. The staff tried their hardest to assure us that this stuff didn't usually happen, especially not all in one day. But I overheard one woman saying that there was a different doctor there than usual.
It was a shitty day at Planned Parenthood.
Before the ambulance arrived, we were shuffled off into a different waiting room, which was previously full, thus why me and another girl were waiting in the recovery room. At that point we had all been there for 4+ hours and we were all bored out of our minds and starving. One woman had been there since 7 that morning. Two had had to come back because nobody ever got around to giving them their abortions. The staff blamed the ridiculous wait on the fat woman that passed out, saying it pushed everything back. But I found out quickly that the staff, while really quite friendly, are liars. There's no way that a 15 minute incident would push things back for hours.
The women who had decided not to undergo IV sedation were given Valium and ibuprofen. Hours ago. Their Valium had long since worn off and they were scared. The staff refused to give them a re-dose.
Things finally got rolling around 4pm. They started calling us back for our abortions in some unknown order. We heard screaming. The women who were having their abortions were fucking screaming. This did not happen just once. This happened each time they took one of us back. Then the screaming would stop and a couple of minutes later a woman would trudge into the recovery room looking like she'd been dragged through hell and back.
Not too long after, it was my turn. I was terrified. They took me into the room where I noticed that they were going to use a special syringe (manual aspiration) to get the parasite out, since I was only 5 weeks.
I got on the table and put my feet in the stirrups ala pelvic exam. They put a heart monitor on my finger and my heart beat was very fast. I was even more terrified now than I was earlier. A woman with a kind face walked in and explained what was going to happen. Then another woman, who I presumed was the doctor to be performing the abortion, asked me if I had any questions. Oh yeah. I had a question alright. But even though I pretty much already knew the answer, I hoped she would tell me something else. And I hoped I would believe her.
I asked her what all the screaming was. She looked taken aback- like she was expecting any question other than that. She stuttered a little bit as she very obviously lied that the women were screaming because they were more afraid of the IV needle than they were the procedure. Not likely. In the waiting room, they were practically begging for drugs. Besides that, IV sedation was only given to a few of us. We still had IV's in our hands/arms. They gave us our drugs through a tube in that. There were no extra needles to be afraid of, except the ones to go in our cervix.
They put an oxygen mask on me and injected the Fentanyl/Versed cocktail into the IV. They said it would hit me like a ton of bricks. Well, it didn't. I've been hit by a ton of brick by drugs before. This was akin to being hit with a feather. It was even weaker than what I was given during my last abortion. "Strong IV sedation drugs" my ass! It wasn't near enough. They didn't even bother to wait until the drugs had fully kicked in to start the procedure. The doctor started numbing my cervix just seconds after they gave them to me. She must have injected it 4 times. The pain was terrible. I feel bad for the poor nurse who was holding my hand. I though that was the worst of it. I thought that the actual abortion would be a breeze. Well, I ate my words (thoughts?). I'd never felt such pain in my life. I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming. I didn't want the other women to hear more screams. It didn't feel like simply strong cramping like last time- It felt like someone was trying to tear my uterus out, and succeeding. I remember wondering, "is this what it feels like to be brutally tortured?"
I have to say that that was even hard to write. My body is stiff as a board right now. I can still remember the pain so clearly. They said the drugs would knock me out- that they would make me forget- but they didn't. They barely even helped. I don't even know why they bothered. I was still scared. I was still wide awake, aware, and I was still in more pain than I'd ever been in.
After my personal tour of hell finally came to an end, I felt blood rushing out of me. I was wiped off, given a pad and helped to my feet. It hurt to stand up! They led me to the recovery room and gave me a blanket, graham crackers and Pepsi, which was very nice, since caffeine helps kill pain. I was cramping painfully, and all I wanted was to take a nap. Fortunately, I recovered quickly- more quickly than some of the women, who sat in there looking quite miserable. I bled only a little, and the cramping lessened significantly. When I was ready to go, it still hurt a little to stand, but it was bearable. I shuffled druggedly into the dressing room and got dressed. I bid farewell to the other women there and went home.
I almost burst out in tears in the car. Relieved though I was to no longer be pregnant, I felt traumatized by the stress and pain I went through. I don't understand why it was so painful. I was so early, and the drugs were supposed to be strong. I'm tempted go back to the private clinic if I ever need another abortion. I'd read a couple of people relaying horrible, painful experiences at Planned Parenthood. I didn't think much of it, but now I wonder- especially after hearing the screams of other women, and after all the emergencies of that day.
I don't want to go through that again, and I wouldn't wish it on anybody, except the people who would say that we deserved it for getting pregnant/"killing our babies". And I know there are people who would say that, because I've heard it before.
If I do happen to somehow find myself with another unwanted parasite, I'm doing the abortion pills.
You know, in this technologically-advanced age, why isn't it possible to get a virtually pain-free abortion? Why should such a simple, quick procedure cause so much pain and suffering?
Many things could have been done differently. They could have used smaller needles, more drugs, and nitrous oxide. Nitrous, I believe, would have made a huge difference when combined with even the weak drugs they gave me. And we likely wouldn't have remembered much at all. Overall, I was very disappointed with the way they did things. How many women have gone through, and will go through, unnecessary, excruciating pain and suffering, all because they gave grossly inadequate anesthesia?
I'll tell you one thing: Never underestimate what a woman will go through to end a pregnancy she desperately does not want. I would do it again in a heartbeat if it came down to it, and plenty of other women there felt the same. I also learned that
I'm glad I had an abortion. I'm not ashamed of it, like people tell me I should be. I see no reason to be. Abortion has such a disgusting, undeserved and frankly, damaging stigma. I think society would do well to accept abortion the was that it accepts any other medical procedure. Women's bodies are not a political or religious battleground, and are not property to be fought over. When a woman has an abortion, it affects nobody but her, and nobody else should have a say in how she governs her body's functions.
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