Sunday, February 8, 2015

I Aborted My Baby Because It Was a Boy

I sincerely hope this article is the product of an immature mind wanting to shock people and is fictional.  If not, this woman is undoubtedly mentally ill, under the throes of Satan, or both.  Even if it is a fake, its author is to be pitied and prayed for.

The article requires you to take action on it via social media to continue reading it.  I am copying it in its entirety here so you don't have to do so.

Over the past 3 years, I have lost many friends, and several of my own family members have completely cut off communication with me. I now know that these are “adults” who just cannot handle the fact that I have the right to make choices, and that these choices ultimately hardly even affect them.
In the spring of 2012, I found out that I was pregnant. I had a good idea who the donator was, but money wasn’t really an issue, and I knew that I would be a good mother-like figure for the child by myself. I have always believed in the right for all women to have a choice in terminating their pregnancy, but when I confirmed the diagnosis about a month into into it, I decided that I WAS ready to have this child. 
My journey has taken me to many different places fighting for women’s rights and carrying the banner of the Feminist Movement, even to the point of eschewing a career. One of the more prominent themes that I saw in these places was that men generally would look down on us, refuse to help us, or hardly even lend an ear so that we could air our grievances. This didn’t surprise me, the patriarchy has been well entrenched since the dawn of time, but here I was, here I am, ready to change it. 
One of the more alarming incidents happened while I was on my way to San Francisco to participate in an Occupy Wall Street rally. I sat down in my seat on the plane, which happened to be extra full for that day, and a particularly well dressed man happened to be sitting in the seat beside me, in the aisle. After takeoff, he asked me what I was going to San Francisco for, while I generally wouldn’t talk to a man sitting next to me on an airplane, I told him I was going to the OWS rally. 
The man literally scoffed when I spoke those words and leaned in and quietly said to me “B****** like you need to learn their place”. Stunned, I screamed “ASSAULT!” while other passengers looked at us, the woman across the aisle from him immediately told him to get away from me, but not 5 seconds passed before a flight attendant had rushed over to intervene….

As I explained to the flight attendant what had happened and I demanded to move seats, I was told that there were only 2 other open seats available, both back in Economy. 
*Trigger warning* – Extreme patriarchy 
By this time, a male flight attendant was on the scene and I told him to have the man moved. The woman-hater just laughed as the flight attendant continued to press me on if he made any physical contact with me. For a moment, I contemplated bending the truth in order to get the woman-hater away from me. His words had violated both my feelings, and my trust, perhaps as much of a violation as actual physical touch. In the end, I confirmed that no physical contact was made, to which both flight attendants told me they couldn’t make him move. 
I was flabbergasted, and then betrayed as they recommended that I move to one of the empty seats. This left me in tears. I knew the only way to get away was to move seats so I did so tearfully and having felt as though I had been verbally and emotionally raped. 
By the time we landed, my outlook had changed, I could no longer depend on men to be an ally of the cause. 
As spring turned into summer and my belly started to grow, my mind ran wild with the thoughts of teaching my daughter from a young age tolerance and feminist ideals. Choosing the right all-girls daycare, then elementary school, all so that she could grow up and thrive in an environment where women are told that they can do anything that they want to do. No man will be around to hurt her progress, no boys there to demean her or call her names. 
I had already started buying gender neutral clothing since I did not want outside influences affecting what gender she would ultimately become. My research on nannies one day came to an abrupt end when my cell phone alarm went off – time for my 5 month appointment. These early appointments had gone well enough, my baby was progressing in a healthy manner.
Today, my doctor, who I will call “Sandy” did an ultrasound and everything appeared to be fine. “Would you like to know the gender?” Sandy asked. I thought to myself “That machine is an ultrasound, not a crystal ball, you couldn’t tell me the gender of my baby even if you wanted to” 
“Sure” was my response. 
“It’s a boy”…..
“What?” I managed to sputter. Sandy then showed me on the ultrasound how exactly my body had betrayed me even worse than the misogynistic suit jockey on the airplane so many months before. I was in shock, I started crying, weeping at the thought of what I was about to curse the world with. 
On my way home, my driver asked if I was ok and if I needed anything. “JUST STOP RIGHT HERE” I yelled. Deciding to walk the 4 blocks back home. My home became my prison and my fetus became my warden the next 48 hours. Crying, sobbing, uncontrollable weeping, mental anguish the likes of which may only be experienced by those who have had their lives destroyed by war, I was a refugee, and my home was my refugee camp, an unfamiliar place that was just….sheltering me. 
By the third day, I started regaining some of my mental strength and knew what I had to do. I couldn’t bring another monster into the world. We already have enough enemies as it is. It didn’t matter that I would be raising a son, he would still come into contact with boys, men, perhaps even the suit jockey who would inevitably twist his carefully constructed upbringing with their kindness. He would think “These men aren’t so bad, why would mom say that they are holding me down?” 
Not all men are bad, my driver showed genuine concern for my well-being that day and I may have taken my anger out on him. That may have been uncalled for. But I knew what I had to do. 
A few days later, I went in for the procedure, as it was fairly later in my pregnancy, I was aware there were certain risks, but it went off without a hitch. My body’s betrayal was no more, I was free, and for the first time since the airplane incident, I felt strong. I had done something positive, something that would actually make a difference, something good, even though as I would find out, many others wouldn’t see it that way. 
Today, I have a beautiful 1 year old female who will hopefully grow up to be just as strong and driven as her mother. I have endured a lot regarding my first pregnancy, but I don’t care. Sometimes, even allies will turn on you, but I don’t care. 
I stand by my decision to abort my baby because it was a male. 
I don’t hate men, I hate the patriarchy, what men, and even some women, turn into, I wasn’t going to let that happen with my offspring. The chances were greater that it would with a male, it was unacceptable. 
If the curse returns, I would do the exact same thing all over again.

The part about there being only two seats left "in Economy" suggests this is parody since it implies she happens to be seated in 1st Class.  While not far-fetched that a person of affluence would be going to an Occupy Wall Street rally, it seems unlikely.

I think this blog site might have been punked with this submission.  Or they made it up, simply to gain attention.  If that is the case, pay attention to them so you know intolerance and hate when you see it.

Thursday, February 5, 2015

New Age Religion Trumps

The Hollywood Reporter has a great investigation for which it sought the vaccination records of elementary schools all over Los Angeles County. They found that vaccination rates in elite neighborhoods like Santa Monica and Beverly Hills have tanked, and the incidence of whooping cough there has skyrocketed. 
Parents in these schools are submitting a form called a "personal belief exemption," which states that they are not vaccinating their kids due to "a diffuse constellation of unproven anxieties, from allergies and asthma to eczema and seizures," reporter Gary Baum writes.
I would like to point out that these parents are allowed "personal belief exemptions" that endanger the lives of other children according to California law.  However, California law mandates that Catholic institutions, such as Loyola Marymount University, provide abortion coverage to its employees, religious beliefs be damned.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Oh, you knucklehead . . .

I did a shoot yesterday that featured this lovely prop - a 1947 Harley Davidson knucklehead.

Loser Bowl

As fans gather for Sunday's Super Bowl in Arizona, a billboard campaign is seeking to win acceptance for gay players whom the organizers say have been part of the National Football League since it started, but are scared to come out in public. 
The campaign by SCRUFF, a gay social networking application used by 7 million people worldwide, features two men eyeing each other in a locker room alongside the slogan "Play On Our Team."
Oh, stop whining.

Michael Sam did not cut it because of his sexuality.  It was because he could not perform to the standards of the NFL.  Kwame Harris had 6 seasons with the NFL, which is not bad, but at the end he was not playing well and so he retired with his NFL pension.

Did their sexual orientation hurt their careers?  Maybe, but in professional sports, the team owners care more about two things:  making money and winning games.  And if you cannot help achieve that, you are expensive baggage to carry.

If their sexuality really made that much of a difference, then they are not helped by SCRUFF's billboard that features two men "eyeing each other in the locker room."  Because what that says is, "We're all about hooking up and getting laid."  And in the locker room, I am guessing a coach wants his players focused on one thing:  the game.

Friday, January 30, 2015

Because reading, 'riting, and 'rithmetic aren't enough . . .

I worry about California's public school kids.
Across the state, report cards are undergoing a sea change in how students are measured for academic performance. Where teachers once graded students on traditional math or English skills, they now judge attributes such as grit, gratitude or being sensitive to others. 
For [the] traditional academic subjects, teachers grade students on a 1-to-4 scale. But when it comes to attributes such as grit or being sensitive to others, they give students one of four marks: A for almost always, O for often, S for sometimes and R for rarely.
Catholic school kids are graded on conduct, which is measurable without delving into the thoughts of a child.  Furthermore, such conduct is measured against standards set by Catholic teaching.

But when I see a child to be graded or adjudicated as to whether they demonstrate gratitude or sensitivity to others, I cannot help but think that California public school teachers are being called upon to act as unqualified psychologists.

Gratitude does not occur in a vacuum.  One is grateful for something or to someone.  So what and who is that?  If I have a teacher with a narcissistic tendency who has unspoken, internal expectations, is my child downgraded for not displaying sufficient gratitude to meet them?  Is it okay if my child thanks Jesus?

Likewise, what is the standard for being "sensitive to others?"  If another is acting unreasonably, and my child recognizes that, they seemingly will not be allowed to act accordingly - instead, they may well be expected to pander to anyone taking "offense" at what is said or done, even if it does not involve my child.  It is a way of teaching false charity, in my opinion.  And what constitutes sufficient sensitivity?

There are children who are introverts.   There are children for whom grit is almost unneeded, because things just come easy for them.  I wonder how they will fare under this new grading system.

Because if they don't achieve an "A" or "O," will the next step be the school mandating that they enroll in sensitivity training?

What does it mean?!

Thursday, January 29, 2015

"I Will Follow" by Ascension Press

Hat tip to the erudite Fr. David Carter for posting this.

Even if you are not Catholic, this is some mighty fine videography.  I especially like the drone shots.  Ascension Press did a great job with this and I am looking forward to checking out more of their videos.

Do me a favor - someone go tell Fr. John Moneypenny to post this to the OC Vocations page/FB wall.

Wednesday, January 28, 2015

Pinup Over Boudoir, Anyday!

Head over to my photo blog for why I think pinup is more fun than boudoir and to see images from my latest shoot.