So, Beth Matusoff Merfish wrote an article for the New York Times. I’m assuming Beth is a professional writer and gets paid to do so. And if her intent for her July 7th article was to make me feel completely nauseated, she succeeded brilliantly.
You see, Beth’s Mom - Sherry Matusoff Merfish - had an abortion back in 1972, and Beth is totally proud of her Mom for having said abortion. So she wrote a whole article in praise of her Mom’s “brave” decision.
Keep in mind that Mrs. Merfish didn’t have the abortion because her life was in danger or because she was raped or because she was a victim of incest or any of those NECESSARY reasons that seem to be so pushed in the faces of pro-lifers these days (the reasons for abortion that are just a teeny tiny sliver for why women actually HAVE abortions in this country, mind you). Nah. Mrs. Merfish used abortion as birth control. Which is why MOST women get abortions in this country, if we want to really just get to the root of the matter. And THAT, clever and competent readers, is what really pisses me off about abortion. And what I'll talk about when I am forced to have a discussion about having "choices" as a woman in this country. It’s one of the main reasons that I finally made the jump from the pro-choice to the pro-life train. Because when did it become O.K. to use abortion as birth control? When on God’s green earth did we reach a point in this country that we are actually PROUD of doing this? Because that’s what Beth’s whole article is about. Her Mom’s “courage” and “bravery” and complete AWESOMENESS in ending a life so that she, in turn, could be selfish.
Seriously. When did this become some sort of badge of honor? Of courage?
Yep. Beth and Sherry were in the gallery of the Texas State Senate last week to support Wendy Davis, and they apparently bonded over the notion of killing 20-week + viable human beings, in addition to sh*tty conditions in abortion clinics – a’la Chez Gosnell.
Awww. Someone grab some International Coffee and a camera. BECAUSE TOTALLY ADORBS KODAK MOMENT, huh?
And in the midst of this whole “my Mom ended a human life – I’m so PROUD OF HER! YAY!” sick and twisted praise-fest, Beth describes her mother as embodying “maternal warmth”, then describes her yelling“ in indignation beside (her ) sister and (her) in the Senate gallery,” as a woman with “two graduate degrees,” who has “built an immensely satisfying career as a political fund-raiser devoted to the election of women who support abortion rights.” And the inference here is that she did all of this because she had an abortion…because she rid herself of that annoying little nuisance that was her first pregnancy at age 20 – even though birth control was readily available at the time. Even though she was an irresponsible, selfish cow (at least once upon a time) who ENDED A FREAKING LIFE.
But never mind all that – I mean, she has graduate degrees. Hello. This is 2013 progressive-Sandra-Fluke-feminist-America. Priorities, people. Now please get your filthy hands off my uterus, but kindly pay for my birth control, Jane and Joe Q. Taxpayer. Thaaaaaanks.
And then Beth ended the article with her little Harpy-Call-to-Action (emphasis mine, of course):
What the movement for reproductive rights needs is for the faces of freedom to emerge from the captivity of shame. To my mother’s generation, I ask: Speak openly about the choices you have made. To all women: ask your mothers, grandmothers, godmothers, aunts, sisters, daughters and partners about their reproductive histories. Show that abortion has myriad faces: those of women we love, respect and cherish. You have the power to cement in the minds of your communities and families the importance of reproductive freedom. You have made decisions that are private, even anguishing, but the weight of this political moment demands that you shed light on those decisions.
The opposition is frightening,as more states try to restrict abortion, but there is tremendous power and safety in numbers. You are part of a society of women who have been incredibly courageous; I ask humbly for yet another show of that bravery.
Did you catch that? I’m usually not one to dwell on semantics, but that load of horse sh*t above? That is messed UP, y’all. “Faces of freedom?” “Captivity of shame?”
“The opposition is frightening?”
You know what’s frightening? A nation where there ceases to BE FREEDOM for folks like me to be able to say, “hey, you know what? That 20-week old viable human being there getting a blade rammed into its spinal cord? That’s NOT RIGHT.” And babies BEYOND 20 weeks getting killed? Human beings that CAN FEEL PAIN?
You know what’s frightening? That these chicks want to silence those who would want to stand up for the lives of other human beings. That’s what we’re talking about here, folks. OTHER HUMAN BEINGS.
You know what’s frightening? Abortion clinics that LOOK LIKE KERMIT GOSNELL’S, where substandard care for women is the norm, where doctors aren’t required to meet the same health and safety regulations as an ambulatory surgical center, and where – come to think of it – you don’t even need a freaking DOCTOR to perform the procedure at all.
Hell – just get a freaking NAIL TECHNICIAN to do it. Oh wait – they have more regulations at NAIL SALONS. I forgot. Whoopsie.
You know what’s frightening? A 20-week old human being getting a pair of scissors jammed in his or her spinal cord. I don’t know what goes boom in the night at your house, but THAT frightens me way more than a bunch of scaaaaaaaary pro-lifers, Beth.
But you know, Beth is a crusader. And her Mom? A HERO. A courageous, brave, hero, “fighting against the frightening opposition” in this country where abortion is birth control. Where millions of babies being killed by that whole choice thing – like the “courageous” one her Mom made – is BRAAAAAVE, you see.
But what happened at Newtown? Totally senseless and tragic.
Yep. I feel sick.
Again. Bravo, Beth. Because that's the only praise you - or your Mom - are getting from me today.