Well, this thing is clearly a baby.
Also, this thing is impossible to abort.
You can’t abort something after it’s been born.
This isn’t what we’re arguing about.
Seriously, have any of these pro-lifers considered that maybe a woman who’s forced to keep a baby she doesn’t want won’t give it all the love, attention, happy times, etc., that she would if she had wanted it from the get-go?
Oh, wait, you’re just not acknowledging this because it’ll hurt your argument. My mistake.
The more men tell me that I’m “betraying my gender” for being really pro-women’s rights, the more I agree with feminists who say “Men are the problem” because, c’mon, seriously, you can’t say “Not all men are sexist douchebags!” if you’re gonna turn around and act like I’m personally attacking all men by not being a sexist douchebag.
The fact that I can go from my room to Tim Horton’s without going outside is great because it means I can go from my room to Tim Horton’s without putting on actual shoes.
So seriously I pulled an all-nighter in which all I did was listen to jj no 2 and El Perro Del Mar’s self-titled and play TF2.
But, like, do you think it’s a coincidence that all the “straight pride” facebook pages/tumblrs/whatevers constantly post shit about how straight people are better/normal and LGBT* people are worse/wrong/bad/unnatural?
Like, of course we don’t want a straight pride movement, because it’s not about reaffirming that straight people are OK — you don’t need that. You constantly get that from a society that reinforces your view that straight people are OK. What you’re interested in is making sure that LGBT* people know that they’re worse, which is why your movement is bullshit.
Imagine, if you will, you’re walking down a stone path, admiring the flowers along the side. One in particular catches your eye, and so you lean in close to get a better look. “UNBUCKLE MY ASTEROID BELT,” it screams at you. Confused, and a little scared, you back off. “BREACH MY ATMOSPHERE. LIFTOFF.” As you turn to a different flower, it also starts shouting esoterically themed innuendos at you. “FROLIC MY FIELDS. NIBBLE MY GRAINS” Every flower is shouting at you. The more they shout, the more flowers appear. You are confused. You are uncomfortable.