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Alebra
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It’s a tough call. I’ve been talking to a guy who identifies as “pro-choice” but he’s just relentlessly sad about the babies.

Weirdly, it does make me think that we’re doing the right thing with feminism branding. For a long time, “decent” women shied away from the label. Now, we have women trying to wear it like last season’s knockoff handbags, desperate for that sweet feminism cool-girl validation. If we just keep Mean Girls-ing them,

“my fortune teller told me I was pregnant with the next Hitler so like, you’re welcome.” That’s what I would say. Obviously women don’t know what their zygote would grow up to be, maybe it would be great or maybe it would be evil. But the person who already has an established life should obviously have a say because

I like to feminism like no one’s watching. And when there was one set of footprints, that’s when feminism carried me...

My favorite response to the “what if you just aborted our future president argument?” is what if the teenager you forced to have a kid was going to be our next president or cure cancer or whatever and now she is forced to drop out of school to raise a kid she never wanted?