"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
Perfect response is perfect.
I like this answer, but it won’t convince some people. They’ll just deny your major. I can totally see pro-lifers pushing for mandatory organ donation.
mullauna1999 asked: Hi - is it all right to talk with you - just sad - medical issues
I have no idea when this was sent to my inbox.
That’s disturbing. But maybe you noticed this isn’t a very active account?
Anonymous asked: I guess I've either outgrown or lost the ability to throw up because I'm 18 and I haven't puked once in the last 7 years. But I'm sitting here with a massive stomach ache feverishly wishing I could somehow quell it or at least get rid of my dinner. I'd make ginger tea but it's like 1 AM and I must suffer
My mom went for years and years without throwing up. Apparently she learned to suppress the reflex because she had really bad motion sickness as a child. If she got a stomach bug, she’d just have diarrhea—which probably isn’t as good if your body wants to throw up.
Limits of the Human Body by Soda Pop Avenue
Credit goes to SPA, but I wanted this here for a writer’s reference. This way we know exactly how far we can push our characters ;)
Stephanie was my friend. That sounds…dumb. But I never had on before. Really. When I was little, my playmates were assassins - brought in to…test me. They weren’t allowed to speak. Only fight.
Then I…ran away. Kept moving so he couldn’t find me. But Batman did. He and Oracle…cared for me. Gave me a purpose. A reason. But they’re not friends. More…family.
Stephanie was…I, uh, I…can’t talk about her, now. Is that…normal?
Via The Wilderness of Mirrors
Why would u torture me like this
I hate you but reblogging anyway
This is so good. PAD is one of the best Spidey writers.
Via The Wilderness of Mirrors
‘The true artist,’ Wilde wrote, ‘is known by what he annexes, and he annexes everything.’ One of the most naturally gifted intellects of the 19th century, Wilde nevertheless had the modesty to know that without a commitment to literature his genius would always be an adolescent. If Melville depended upon the Western epics to augment his adventure and provide the language-stimulus for his own literature, Wilde, like Emily Dickinson, seems to have needed no adventure at all, only reading. Many novice old-timers get ensnared in that fallacy, confusing their having had a full life with their ability to write a fully functional novel, while whippersnappers of every ilk spend a summer in the Orient because they believe that being in an interesting place will make them interesting people. Think of all those dippy authors’ bios which proudly declare that X has held dozens of jobs, from the esoteric (circus clown and train conductor) to the painfully quotidian (bartender and construction worker), as if having worked at peculiar and menial labor — or, worse, as if simply living in Brooklyn — ipso facto deems him a skilled writer. It does not.– William Giraldi, “The Writer As Reader” (via) Via AUSTIN KLEON