There is a concept called body autonomy. Its generally considered a human right. Bodily autonomy means a person has control over who or what uses their body, for what, and for how long. Its why you can’t be forced to donate blood, tissue, or organs. Even if you are dead. Even if you’d save or improve 20 lives. It’s why someone can’t touch you, have sex with you, or use your body in any way without your continuous consent.
A fetus is using someone’s body parts. Therefore under bodily autonomy, it is there by permission, not by right. It needs a persons continuous consent. If they deny and withdraw their consent, the pregnant person has the right to remove them from that moment. A fetus is equal in this regard because if I need someone else’s body parts to live, they can also legally deny me their use.
By saying a fetus has a right to someone’s body parts until it’s born, despite the pregnant person’s wishes, you are doing two things.
1. Granting a fetus more rights to other people’s bodies than any born person.
2. Awarding a pregnant person less rights to their body than a corpse.
The Parents section of the Huffington Post just published about Alyssa Milano being fat-shamed by comedian Jay Mohr. While the story’s author and most of the commenters come to the defense of Milano in the story, pretty asking what business is it of Mohr’s to say that, a few noted that Milano is not in fact fat.
In June 2013, I lost my job, along with about 14 other members of my company. I was exactly, to the day, one month short of reaching my one-year anniversary as a full-time salaried employee in an entry-level position.
It’s now two days before Christmas, and my unemployment benefits have run out. A lot has happened in the few months between, but I can tell you that sitting around waiting for my $336 weekly unemployment deposit from the state of New York has not been one of them.
Seeing someone reading a book you love is seeing a book recommending a person.
I don’t know if there is a God or an afterlife, and I don’t really care if there is.
I was raised Catholic, enrolling Catholic school for nine years, going off to Jesus camp every summer, and attending mass every Sunday until I was about 14. But beyond that, I was raised to be a nice person, and to show compassion and acceptance.