Letters to the Editor
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Wow
A surprisingly flippant article from Ms. Price. (Or maybe not, I'll admit I haven't read many of hers).
I'm a man, and I'm against abortions BUT I understand that they will happen whether they are legal or not and prohibition is not the answer, and so I am pro-choice. As I see it, the only thing worse than abortion is illegal back-alley abortion.
If my wife/girlfriend/one-night stand decided to have an abortion it would upset me greatly because I would see the foetus as my child as soon as she told me she was pregnant. While I couldn't stop her, I would do everything in my power to talk her out of it.
And I think Catherine Price and many pro-choice advocates fail to realise that many people see a foetus as a baby. (Which is coincidentally why they continue to lose ground.) As a man, I would feel like my own child was being killed and it would bother me greatly. Maybe men can't have abortions, but they can lose children.
I was raised to believe that if you get a girl pregnant, you're responsible for that child from that moment onwards. Now Catherine is telling me that actually I have no interest whatsoever in the pregnancy (does that mean that I don't have to do anything for my pregnant partner?).
Please don't treat men like inconsequential sperm donors.
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As in ANY war against humanity
Feminists are on the LOSING side.
They just refuse to acknowledge it since it forces them to become human again (or at least to TRY to resemble humans).
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Bullshit...
Get some help.
Seriously.
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We have something in common!
I think it is the feminists that need mental health services.
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Individuals v. Groups
You, as an individual, are seriously mentally ill.
And while your twisted rage (be it real or some sort of "humor") is irritating to the rest of us it is doing serious damage to you.
There are certainly individual "feminists" or "women" who could use psychological intervention and if one of those individuals were acting like you are I would certainly suggest it.
But you, as an individual, need some help. Big time.
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"He can tell me he has no desire to be a father and that if I have a child I will be on my own. "
Oh, he can tell you that, sure. Actually making it stick is another thing entirely. He may manage to limit his physical and emotional presence in your life, but you still will have a direct siphon into his wallet for the next eighteen years.
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Pronoun Revelations - Was It Good For You?
"I never really thought about it for the woman," he told the Times.
It's amazing what crap men will come up with to rationalize their irresponsible behavior of screwing women without using a comdom. I guess with these guys, "the devil made me do it" just wasn't working, huh?
"Hey, honey, my life is richer because of all that irresponsible screwing around I did years ago. And I couldn't have ended up with someone as wonderful as you and the kids if I hadn't been out whoring around with anything that would sleep with me." Man, that's music to every woman's ears. What a guy!
These guys must be the male cousins of the guys whose women didn't have abortions and then claimed to anyone who would listen, "I was trapped into marrying her. She got pregnant on me."
You can bet they weren't "thinking about it" when they were screwing their little hearts out. Now they found God - well, great. But leave the pronouns where they belong - and that's not with YOU.
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@ Amity
Your analogies are flawed. Last time I checked, husbands contributed absolutely nothing to wives' onset of menses (though they do occasionally contribute something that causes it to stop for the better part of a year). Nor do women contribute anything towards men's baldness. (Okay, debatable. Gray hairs, too, are up for consideration. For the record, my wife is the grayer of us two, and I cheerfully, if flippantly, take responsibility for all of it.)
"He presumably had something to do with her becoming so but life being the way it is it's probably the better part of valor not to go even there."
Why? Would you prefer he denied all responsibility?
Have it your way. Rub your own damned swollen ankles, change your own damned morning-sickness-soiled sheets, get your own damned self to the 7-11 at 2am for ice cream. I don't want to hear a word about your aching back, your stretch marks, or the pre-eclampsia that is threatening to kill you if you don't pop pretty soon. And you can pay for the maternity clothing, the gynecologist, the obstetrician, and the hospital delivery fees out of your own bank account. It's got nothing to do with me.
There. All yours. Feeling all empowered now?
"As it is, there are plenty of valid, valuable, essential things for expecting fathers to do during a pregnancy without having to occupy some precarious and contrived semiotic space in which they, too, are pregnant."
I think you worry excessively over a little overenthusiastic conversational shorthand concerning what is, or should be, a massive exercise in teamwork. It is "our" decision (one hopes) to have the baby in the first place. It is our coupling (one hopes) that resulted in the conception. It is "our" baby (one hopes) that shortly will be arriving. It is "our" household and finances that shortly will be thrown into a state of chaos centered around the well-being of the aforementioned "our" baby. It is "our" sex life that has been focussed feverishly around conceiving on schedule, and then so rudely interrupted for the last several months. (I assume you don't approve of the alternative, involving either crassly importuning The Human Watermelon, or else getting a little on the side so as to not inconvenience Her Discomfortableness.)
Of course the man doesn't actually believe he's pregnant. You can put your mind at rest on that score. But the pregnancy is, or should be, conducted in the context of a family, which is to say a highly intimate and interdependent partnership. To insist, as you do, on a nine months' No Man's Land, as it were, is to demean that very partnership.
But hey, if you really want it that way, fine: I impregnated her, but the pregnancy is all hers. Call me in nine months, when my Daddy duties begin. Until then, there is no "we" in this pregnancy.
I know, I know. "Shut up and get me my pickles." Yes, dear...