. . . to go with this special cake:

http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/2008/11/oh-mama.html

Can absolute no eat cookie in shape of any live thing. Fetus, excuse me for say, is ugly with too big head and eye that look like alien. Maybe can turn upside down and say is lobster claw.

That's revolting. Seek psychological help. Please.

That is just fantastic. I'd like to bring a big tin of them and give them out to the rabid, abusive freaks that spend their lives trying to intimidate women seeking counseling at family planning clinics.

A fetus, being internal to the body - made of meat and muscle, surround by fluids - is very likely to provoke an "ick" reaction when turned into a sweet pastry. People don't generally make cookies in the shape of an actual human heart; they use the Valentine shape instead. A cookie deliberately shaped like a human bladder, the liver, or the lungs would probably create a similar reaction.

Of course, we eat the internal organs of (non-human) animals. But generally we prepare and cook them first. In their raw form, they're not very appetizing. Add to this the fact that the fetus is specifically human, and you're looking at a (you'll excuse the expression) recipe for grossness.

I read the blog authors comment there to mean that the pro-life movement has made the fetus into a symbol of abortion and that is disturbing. I would agree.

Ten bucks for a strip of aluminum flashing. Have these people no shame?

to pass out to abortion protesters harrassing women at Planned Parenthood.

"Sweets for the sweet!"

but I still relish the dilemma that would cause.

What does a fetus have to do with the holidays? I mean I can see snowflake and Yule tree shaped cookies. Or a Santa Claus, or a sleigh or a candycane shaped cookie. But a fetus shaped cookie?

Ok, I got it. It's the little baby Jesus. He wasn't gonna be born 'til March or April, so that's about the state of development he'd have been in for Soltice 6 BCE. Makes more sense than snow around a cretch sceen I guess.

People don't generally make cookies in the shape of an actual human heart; they use the Valentine shape instead. A cookie deliberately shaped like a human bladder, the liver, or the lungs would probably create a similar reaction.

For the record, that particular shape was originally supposed to be a vulva, not a heart. But somehow Mrs. Cleaver just couldn't bring herself to explain that to Wally and the Beav.

And as for being reminded of abortion - well, of course! A fetus in a womb is alive - a fetus on a cookie sheet has to be considered dead.

I would vomit if someone passed one of those creepy things to me. Gross, & double gross.

I would totally buy one of those cookie cutters if they were not $10. Maybe I'll come across one at a thrift store or garage sale some day.

I was posting a witty response to LikeLife on the Body Image board when it got closed out from under me. So, without further delay...

BUT FIRST, A WORD FROM THIS NEW BOARD: Fetus cookies are a vile concept.

Back to the other board...

You keep saying I want women to rule men. I NEVER said ANYTHING like that. I just say that Women shouldn't be at the MERCY of MEN who serve ONLY themselves. There's a LOT of room between those things.

So is it OK for women to be at the mercy of men who SERVE OTHERS?

My personal inside joke about Handmaid's Tale is that, if you knew my rhetoric, you would know I DO consider men in America today to BE the ones at the mercy of women, not the opposite. A slave gender if ever there was one. While women have more opportunities and rights than even men today, they also feel free to continue to plow all sorts of demands at the men while keeping men entrapped in old, sexist and limited roles, demands that men still blindly follow along with, at least for a bit longer.

Don't get me started on all the ways AVERAGE men are subjects of female SOCIAL dominance. You read right, AVERAGE MEN, not your typical CEOs and presidents you women like to trot out as if all of us men are powerful.

The day a man is capable of bearing a baby without the input of a woman, or is capable of FORCING a woman to pay for HIS kid for eighteen years AFTER he defrauds her, THEN and only then can we begin a dialog about who the slave gender is.

The day a man is no longer reliant upon women for his happiness or satisfaction will be the FIRST day in the history of the human race when a man is finally FREE and free of the corrosive and all pervasive influence of women-- threads of influence only beginning to be investigated and unraveled.

As for my academic prowess, thankfully no one who's ever read any of my work has agreed with you in any way. I'll take comfort in that. How many academic papers have you published? I had an academic treatise published when I was 17. Academic or arts awards or grants have you won? Artistic or academic compettitions have you won? Again, I'm glad the people, at least in the academic and artistic fields I'm in, respect everything I do.

Because academia is naturally anti male, so of course they love you. Hand in glove. Is this supposed to impress me? Man hating men and women slapping each other on the back for putting out pseudointellectual garbage?

I don't bother with going for grants or awards, though I have won over half a dozen design awards for my architecture WITHOUT EVEN TRYING.

If you want a pissing match, have you spoken in front of a worldwide audience of 20 million people? Have you spoken at the National Press Club? TWICE? Have you had your original work published in over a dozen books and two dozen articles? Have you been part of a research group CREDITED with encouraging George W Effing Bush to pursue his man to Mars strategy?

So there, I have excelled in not one, but TWO fields. As if it matters.

As for afirmative action, the only part of that that exists in my field is a prejudice against overweight women, believe me (more women in my field get gastric bypass than in any other single field). Not since my first application to strictly academic schools has anyone judging my work even ASKED my colour, ethnicity, or gender (my name is not gender indicative).

Right, they did not even know who they were handing prizes to. Tell me another tale.

You sound like every insecure, bitter kid I knew who couldn't get into a good school because they were lazy or just not cut out for it.

No, you're right. I really don't give a flip about vacuous, tail-chasing, lib-pap poisoned, navel-gazing pseudo-academics and the Borg-like mutant infestations of left leaning communards.

You know what YOU sound like? Like the freaks in the one feminist class I took at my undergraduate school who literally oozed hatred toward the male gender. IT STILL CREEPS ME OUT TO THIS DAY. These people ought to be lined up, arrested on charges of hate crimes, and imprisoned.

Then again, if you're comparing romantic love to a love of nature, that's pretty idiotic right there...

Hey idjit, you were the one who claimed men do not know what love is, that they confuse love and lust. Then you backed down when challenged. Typical cowardly lefty behavior. And you wonder why I have no faith in your academic talents??

Make me laugh some more. Tell me there is global warming. Your infallible and arrogant professors all 'believe' it, so you must too AUTOMATICALLY or else you are dropped out of those OH SO OPEN MINDED ACADEMIES where every point of view is accepted as long as it is the point of view THEY BELIEVE IN.

No wonder you cannot think straight and think that making a proclamation then only accepting empirical evidence that reinforces it counts as intellectual rigor.

So what topic is your vaunted 40 papers in?

-- OH, THREE FIELDS!! -- I have excelled in three fields. we did a video piece in undergrad school that was selected by the film school and shown to all new film classes at the university for over a decade as an example of superlative work (I was not even a film major nor were the other two guys). Our suspicion continues that our concept had been subsequently adopted for a film that was eventually produced by someone else in 1993 for MTV films in NYC after another colleague of ours wanted to buy the concept and we refused him (and he went along and borrowed heavily from it anyway).