You know…. If those baseball players ALWAYS put Bible verses on their hats, nobody would blink an eye. Them only doing it during Pride Night is performative as fuck. Lmao. Do it for all 162 games if you REALLY believe in your religion.
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.
As an undeniable ~*medical expert*~
(watcher of The Pitt, frequently attended bring your child to work day with my CT tech mother, brother is in med school, NBD.)
I know that one does not, in fact, CHOOSE when they get appendicitis.
I hope this helps.
I just cannot wrap my head around how every year the most unlucky unheard of injuries strike the same man in April, the career of Joel Embiid is nothing short of a tragedy. I’m crushed, he deserves better.