Comments on: Blog for Choice http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/2009/01/22/blog-for-choice-2/ helen boyd's journal of gender & trans issues Wed, 08 Feb 2012 01:17:33 -0500 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.1.3 By: This Is What? - en|Gender http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/2009/01/22/blog-for-choice-2/comment-page-1/#comment-56417 This Is What? - en|Gender Sun, 25 Jan 2009 06:49:28 +0000 http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/?p=7661#comment-56417 [...] other day while writing my Blog for Choice post, I realized it was the first time I wrote one with a pro-choice president in [...] [...] other day while writing my Blog for Choice post, I realized it was the first time I wrote one with a pro-choice president in [...]

]]> By: Phoebe http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/2009/01/22/blog-for-choice-2/comment-page-1/#comment-56408 Phoebe Thu, 22 Jan 2009 08:44:44 +0000 http://www.myhusbandbetty.com/?p=7661#comment-56408 One reason that I am pro-choice is that my father made sure that I was. He was a small-town pediatrician, and I guess there is just something about regularly delivering babies to twelve year-olds that makes you feel very strongly about reproductive rights. But even more than that, I was about 11 or 12 when I read Harlan Ellison's collection of short stories _Love Ain't Nothing But Sex Misspelled_. (One of his better collections, IMO and one where about half the stories have no sf elements at all.) For me, the most memorable story in there was "Neither Your Jenny Nor Mine" a story from 1964 for which I found the following synopsis: "With two friends and four hundred dollars, a pregnant teenager travels to Tijuana to take care of her 'condition'--a harrowing glimpse into the abortion subculture written before Roe vs. Wade." Harrowing. I guess, though the work seems a bit mild. A *highly* recommended story. I don't know how a person can engage with the actuality of what a lack of reproductive choice means and not come away appalled. I really don't, and never have. And that was what did it for me. One reason that I am pro-choice is that my father made sure that I was. He was a small-town pediatrician, and I guess there is just something about regularly delivering babies to twelve year-olds that makes you feel very strongly about reproductive rights.

But even more than that, I was about 11 or 12 when I read Harlan Ellison’s collection of short stories _Love Ain’t Nothing But Sex Misspelled_. (One of his better collections, IMO and one where about half the stories have no sf elements at all.) For me, the most memorable story in there was “Neither Your Jenny Nor Mine” a story from 1964 for which I found the following synopsis: “With two friends and four hundred dollars, a pregnant teenager travels to Tijuana to take care of her ‘condition’–a harrowing glimpse into the abortion subculture written before Roe vs. Wade.”

Harrowing. I guess, though the work seems a bit mild. A *highly* recommended story.

I don’t know how a person can engage with the actuality of what a lack of reproductive choice means and not come away appalled. I really don’t, and never have. And that was what did it for me.

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