Some days, I sit at this desk and I try to conjure what to write. Should I touch on something narrative or professional? Or should I tackle an issue in the larger world? Fitness? Art in general? Some days, I have an array of topics I want to discuss. And other days, the words simply aren’t there.
It’s getting harder and harder to write these days. There’s a shadow that’s cast over all of us. A pallor from which we can only momentarily escape. I disdain to be melodramatic, but its hard to think of things in any other terms. We are being overshadowed by, what seems to be, a wave of oppression.
We’re still in the wake of Alabama’s abortion ban. We’re still feeling out similar laws in other states. We’re waiting to learn when these will be heard before a Supreme Court which is a farce at best. A basic concept is on the line, a basic tenet of the world is under attack. It’s a hard time to really try to think of words.
There are few things that benefit a society like reproductive rights and health in women. The data is clear, every bit as clear as it is on things like climate change. Curtailing a woman’s right to control her health and to make her decisions is bad on every level, from the macro of society to the micro of one’s ethics. Passing these laws is an attack on 52% of the population, plain and fucking simple.
Sorry, no pithy remark today. No clever scenarios or poignant observations. Just blunt, rude honesty. The ruling powers are trying to send women back to being bare-foot, pregnant, and chained to the stove. And I’m sick of it. Worse, I’m sick of so many people acting like it’s some kind of higher calling.
You’re a fucking sexist who think women are less than human. At least have the decency to admit it. Dressing up harm as some form of care is the modality of abusers.
These laws are sickening, they are disgusting, and those who support them, quite simply, hate women.
