They didn’t burn witches. They murdered women. Independent women. Assertive women. Intelligent women. Women who refused to be quiet. Women who refused to roll over. Women who refused to submit.
My abortion is the kind people love to judge the most. I wasn’t underage, I wasn’t assaulted, and there was no medical emergency. I got pregnant because I knowingly had unprotected sex, no accident, no rare failure, just my own choices.
By their standards, it was “irresponsible.” I knew abortion was an option, and I took it. Not because I couldn’t survive it or raise a child, I simply didn’t want one. I wanted sex without becoming a parent, and I chose not to carry the pregnancy.
There’s no redemption arc here. I don’t regret it. Nothing terrible happened to me afterward, no punishment, no downfall. My life is still good. And that reality alone challenges everything people like to assume about women who make this choice.
Men are quick to say "Not all men."
Until...
- Their wife has a male best friend.
- Their girlfriend grabs lunch with a male coworker.
- A man starts chatting with their teenage daughter at the mall.
- They have a baby girl and suddenly see the world differently.
Then, all of a sudden, they know men. They know the risks. They know why women are cautious.
Funny how that works.
I’m SICK of saying it, but I’ll say it again. Asylum seekers can’t claim benefits. You need an NI number to do that. Asylum seekers aren’t staying in 5* hotels. Asylum seekers get £49.18p a week to live on. Could YOU live on that? NOPE. So stop pretending they’re living it large.