October 21, 2009
Medicare: Rated “E” for Everyone!
The public option part deux means rebranding it as Medicare Part E like it’s an effing video game rating:
Say hello to “Medicare Part E” — as in, “Medicare for Everyone.”
House Democrats are looking at re-branding the public health insurance option as Medicare, an established government healthcare program that is better known than the public option.
The strategy could benefit Democrats struggling to bridge the gap between liberals in their party, who want the public option, and centrists, who are worried it would drive private insurers out of business.
While much of the public is foggy on what a public option actually is, people understand Medicare. It also would place the new public option within the rubric of a familiar system rather than something new and unknown.
The idea has bubbled up among House Democrats and leaders in the past week, most prominently in a caucus meeting last Thursday.
First of all, people understand Medicare? Really? I don’t think they do, unless they have some personal stake in it that requires them to understand it. But, yes, it is a recognizable program that the majority of Americans have heard of. Having knowledge that something exists is not the same thing as understanding it, but I’m getting away from the point.
Medicare is a broken system that we simply can’t afford. In fact, it is a prime example of why we shouldn’t be creating another entitlement for the American public through the “public option.” People don’t have a right to health care or health care insurance. And, our elected officials don’t have the constitutional authority or right to steal from me to give this entitlement to you. Case closed.
Washington must really think that the rest of us are all morons. I suggest you call your elected representative and let them know you’re not. A public option, called by any other name, is still a public option. And, sliding it into an already existing entitlement program that is going broke is probably not the best of ideas. But, what do we expect? When is the last time we heard a good idea come out of Washington?
For now, I’ll let my girl Fausta take it away.
(H/T: Memeorandum)
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TMZ: Who would you rather, Aaron Schock or Jeff Flake?
So, TMZ.com wants to know who you would rather…but, anyway.
I, personally, would prefer to look at Aaron Schock, even if he does look like a younger Neil Patrick Harris. Here’s a picture of Jeff Flake:
And, here’s a picture of Aaron Schock:
I have to go with Rep. Schock on this one. Ladies, what do you think?
And, gentleman, settle down. I give you plenty of women to look at with my Rule 5 action.
Comments (2)October 20, 2009
Family wins lottery, I mean lawsuit.
Woman breaks law, police arrest her and place her in custody, she accidentally kills herself and her family gets paid:
More than two years after her death, Carol Anne Gotbaum’s children are expected to receive a $250,000 settlement from an insurance company on behalf of the city of Phoenix, Arizona, and its police department.
The 45-year-old Gotbaum accidentally strangled herself while in police custody after behaving erratically in a terminal at Phoenix’s Sky Harbor airport when she missed her connecting flight, according to both family and police accounts.
Gotbaum, the stepdaughter-in-law of New York City Public Advocate Betsy Gotbaum, was traveling alone and unescorted on her way to an alcohol rehabilitation center in Tucson, Arizona.
Gotbaum’s family had originally sought $8 million but subsequently reduced that to $5.5 million. They accused the city and its police department of negligence in leaving Gotbaum chained and unattended in an airport police cell.
It’s like I said last week, filing a lawsuit is like playing the lottery, except you’re more likely to win a lawsuit. I really don’t understand how getting arrested has turned into a payday. It is sad this woman died, but the police did nothing wrong. She was out of control drunk and while throwing a temper tantrum in her cell she accidentally choked herself. As sad as that may be for her family, that doesn’t mean they deserve to profit from her death at the expense of their fellow taxpayers.
Unfortunately, it is cheaper to settle most lawsuits than to actually fight them, which is what happened here. Pay out the $250,000 or risk some jury awarding the family millions. That’s not a bet most towns can afford to take. It’s disgusting. These people should be ashamed of themselves. Let’s just hope her kids don’t follow in her footsteps and drink the money away once they’re old enough.
Comments (1)October 18, 2009
Rule Five Sunday: Heidi Klum
I have been on such a brunette tangent, I thought I would throw in some blond action. Unfortunately, all of the best pics I found of her weren’t sporting the blond hair.
These must be from her younger days because I barely recognize her. Here’s one more for you, boys:
October 16, 2009
OK, Meghan, if I can’t call you slut, how about WHORE? More press means more money, right?
So, not having much to write today and trying to, perhaps, distance myself from the assault I launched on Meghan McCain, yesterday, I stopped over at Memeorandum to see what other people were talking about. Unfortunately for me, and for Megan for that matter, the first thread I see is Megan McCain, again, talking about how she’s not a slut and happy with her weight. Could she just STFU already? You think this girl would learn. Actually, she’s a moron. Maybe it’s impossible for her to learn.
If I gave Meghan McCain a dollar for every time she misses a point I would be homeless and she would be richer than Donald Trump:
On Wednesday, I posted a hastily taken self-portrait on Twitter—which I thought was funny and silly—and within a few hours I had caused a minor media scandal. I spent most of the next day thinking about what exactly was so shocking about the picture, why there was such an immediate and nasty overreaction. After all, it’s not like I was caught making a sex tape. I certainly didn’t pose nude for Playboy. And I hadn’t even exposed a nipple.
So why all this Sturm und Drang?
Could it be it’s because I have breasts? Because for those of you who didn’t know, I have two. They’re larger than some women’s and not as big as others. I don’t usually show off my cleavage—as I did in the photos I posted—which I will admit is not the smartest thing I have ever done. But it’s just not worth the drama it caused.
To be honest, I don’t feel that I have anything to feel ashamed of. I’ve always embraced my curves and will continue to do so.
To be honest, I don’t feel that I have anything to feel ashamed of. I’ve always embraced my curves and will continue to do so. I’d rather be the size I am than a skinny model fired for being too fat. And once again, a day after writing about my weight, it’s the media that have a problem with my body.
For years I have struggled to accept the fact that the way I look in a tank top comes off more “sexual” than a flat-chested woman. And once again I was reassured by the media that someone with my cup size should always be covered up. Or what, I’ll be seen as a slut? It’s pathetic we can come so far in so many ways, but when Rep. Aaron Schock or Rep. Jeff Flake post pictures of themselves without their suits on—and their shirts, for that matter—they are proclaimed “hotties.” But put me in a tank top and I am suddenly an embarrassment to the Republican Party and women everywhere. The double standard is infuriating.
As those of you who follow me on Twitter know, I live my life very openly. I will happily tell you what I’m doing every minute of every day. I will tell you what songs I’m listening to, what movies I’ve seen, and what books I’ve read. (That’s Arthur Danto’s new biography of Andy Warhol in the photo, by the way.) I love reading other people’s Tweets to me.
It’s amazing what you can learn. And I’ve certainly endured my share of harsh comments from those who follow me. But yesterday was the first time it really wasn’t fun. It’s not easy to be called a slut. But I’m not giving up my Twitter just yet—I’m just going to be more judicious in how I use it. At the end of the day, I am a work in progress. I am not perfect and have never given anyone the assumption that I am. I turn 25 next week and I am still adjusting to the glare of the spotlight and making mistakes.
This is the last time I’ll ever address this non-scandal but at the very least I hope other girls can learn from this episode before they post any kind of photo online. I know I have learned a valuable lesson about the Internet and the boundaries between personal and public use with social media.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
Meghan, we all know that you’re one step away from a sex tape being released and the only reason you haven’t posed for Playboy is because the women in Playboy a) have more self-respect than you do, and b) are actually hot. If Hugh Heffner made the offer, you would jump on that quicker than a fat chick could clear a buffet, but Hugh Heffner would never make the offer. And, I wasn’t calling you fat, but even if I were you would be OK with that, right? Because you love your curves, right?
Yes, everyone reacted the way they did because you have breasts. That’s exactly it. How did you figure that one out, sweetheart? Is that how your daddy explained it to you? Did mommy just tell you they all must be jealous? I don’t know if I’ve ever seen someone more clueless than you or if I just think you’re the most oblivious person walking the planet because you find a new way to announce it at least once a week (and, this week more than once). Either way, I have yet to see your stupidity matched.
It’s not about you having breasts or being a “Republican.” It’s not about you wearing a tank top. Originally it was about that piggish, disgusting pic you posted. Now, for me at least, it’s about your lie that the photo was intended to be funny and not your idea of sexy and your moral indignation against those who attacked you. If you want to be Pam Anderson then you need to embrace it like you claim to embrace your curves. We know what you did and why you did it. Please, help yourself and stop complaining. I’m sick of your faked outrage, and if it’s not faked that just means you’re even dumber than I thought, which I am hoping is unpossible.
Now, look, I don’t know if you’re a slut or not. But, with the new burden of proof being that someone just needs to believe something is true in order for it to be true, I’m going to go with you’re a slut. I will reiterate my theory I posted yesterday. I think that you slut yourself out to men, thinking that makes you the epitome of the confidant modern woman, when all it does is show you for the insecure woman you obviously are, so desperate for attention that you’ll let any man use you as a Dumpster. Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps not. I can’t be sure, but this is what I believe.
You’re a spoiled brat with no talent and no brain. All you have going for you is your breasts and your famous father and if you lost weight you would probably lose the breasts and your dad is pretty old, so you’re really running out of assets, pretty quickly.
I can only imagine that the only reason you got in and graduated from Columbia University is because of who your father is. If I were on the board of trustees I would repo your degree because you are an embarrassment to that school. You can’t write or make a logical argument. As far as I can tell, you suck at life (and, from what I hear, that’s not all you suck at!).
I’m glad that you have decided to finally shut your mouth on the issue. This was probably just another sad attempt at attention. You’ve already sold out the party you claim as your own, you attacked Ann Coulter, and you’ve feuded with Laura Ingraham. And, once you were done attacking the Republicans, you ripped off Tyra Banks (another brainless narcissist) with your “kiss my fat a**” declaration on The View and tried to compare yourself to Jessica Simpson (who, by the way, is way hotter than you no matter how much weight she packs on).
This is the best thing you have ever written:
This is the last time I’ll ever address this non-scandal but at the very least I hope other girls can learn from this episode before they post any kind of photo online. I know I have learned a valuable lesson about the Internet and the boundaries between personal and public use with social media.
I just wanted to get that off my chest.
And, not because it’s good writing–that last line is not cute or clever–but because you claim this is the last time you’ll bring up this “non-scandal.” It could only have been better if you promised this was the last time you would ever blog, twitter, or show your face in public.
I can’t believe a week away from your 25th birthday you’re just learning “this valuable lesson about the Internet and the boundaries between personal and public use with social media.” Can you save us all the trouble and just wear one of those “I’m with stupid” T-shirts with the arrow pointing to yourself?
Oh, and by the way, you don’t usually show off your cleavage? I would say that might have been true when your dad was still a viable candidate for the presidency (well, I don’t think he was ever actually a viable candidate), but since we all know daddy has gone as far as he’ll go in his career, looks like you decided to bust those puppies out:
Now, honey, I don’t even have a problem with that, or your picture, it’s your childish whining about the public’s reaction, your blaming the media for your insecurities and poor choices, and your empty declarations that you don’t care what people think because I think that you do care what people think. You care what everyone thinks. For that, and only that, do I feel sorry for you because someone so consumed with what the world thinks can never think for themselves or ever truly be happy, but maybe you don’t deserve happiness. More likely, your too dumb to even know what real happiness is.
For more on this story, go check out The Other McCain who has been blogging about Miss Booberrific since the story broke.
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College students putting sex on display
In an era of coed dorms and slackening rules about “overnight guests,” a new constituency has emerged on college campuses: the roommate inconvenienced by sex.
Shielding a cohabitant from moments of intimacy is an article of collegiate etiquette as old as the sexual revolution. In the previous generation, a tie or sock hung from a doorknob served as a do-not-disturb sign. Today, the warning is more commonly delivered by text message. At some point, students displaced from their rooms came to be known as “sexiles”.
Schools around Washington have mostly tiptoed around the issue of roommate sex, reminding students in general terms of the need for common civility. No student at St. John’s College in Annapolis may “knowingly interfere with the sleep or study” of another. Students at Washington and Lee University in Lexington are told to mind the “rights and sensibilities of others.” Students at the College of William & Mary in Williamsburg sign a roommate agreement that covers overnight guests along with cleanliness and borrowed food.
Tufts University, near Boston, raised eyebrows this fall by going where its peers would not. The school has banned sexual activity in dorm rooms when a roommate is present.
“It happens, not often, but it happens enough,” said Ben Gittleson of Gaithersburg, a 20-year-old Tufts junior. “I think it’s ridiculous that people can’t talk it out with their roommates. But people aren’t always considerate, and roommates aren’t always assertive enough.”
Tufts may be the first college in the nation to make explicit what other schools have only hinted: It is not cool to have sex in front of your roommate.
The action also is notable as a baby-step backward in the decades-long march toward fully coeducational living. Colleges have steadily loosened rules about romantic guests as they have brought the genders closer together, first in coed dorms, then coed floors, and finally coed rooms. Couples can now share a dorm room at a growing number of schools, including Wesleyan University and Oberlin College. (Oberlin also hosts an annual Safer Sex Night.) Students can share an apartment at American University or University of Maryland. School officials note that the trend toward mixed-gender housing is intended to promote gender neutrality, not romantic cohabitation.
I really don’t have much to say for this. It kind of speaks for itself. Well, I guess it doesn’t. I mean, if people are so disgusting that it has become common place for schools to have to spell it out that you shouldn’t be having sex in front of other people, then I guess all rules of common decency need to be spelled out.
This actually happened to me in college. My second year at Roger Williams. It was probably a bad idea for them to buy a hotel for us to live in. We can mark that down as their first mistake. It must have been the second week of school. I hadn’t known my roommate prior to that. I couldn’t tell you her name if my life depended on it. All I recall about her was that her screen saver was just the phrase “Sexy B*tch” bouncing around the screen. She might have been hanging out with Meghan McCain, now that I think about it.
Anyway, I was sleeping and woke up to some interesting sounds. I was not pleased. I got up, grabbed my stuff, and walked out. I went and crashed on a couch in my friends Dennis and Panos’s room. Needless to say, the next day I asked to be removed from that room. Thank goodness, too! I stayed in the same apartment for the next three years and the view of the bay was gorgeous. I knew I was paying all of that money for something, and it certainly wasn’t an education.
Back to the story at hand. America is full of sluts, and I’m not just talking about women. I wrote an article a couple of years back about the newest wave of feminism: Slut Feminism. Basically, as I see it, slut feminism, is “where the new test of gender equality is how openly promiscuous a woman can be without judgment or penalty.” It’s kind of sad, really.
I mean, when our parents were promoting the sexual revolution is this what they envisioned? Did they really think that a life filled with empty, meaningless sex would make their daughters happy? Can it be considered as a step forward for our society when our children, and these college kids are still children, have such little regard for sex and privacy that they have no shame performing sex acts with other people in the room?
It’s funny because these same kids would probably talk down to a stripper, like having sex in a room full of others is somehow acceptable to them. They probably think they’re better just because they are working toward a degree, but I would have to disagree. Look, strippers might take their clothes off for money, but they’re not having sex in public. What does it say about our society when strippers have more decency than our college-educated children? Yuk!
I think where women lost their way is when they decided that instead of trying to get men to be more chaste they decided that women should be more promiscuous. The challenge became for us to out-raunch men so many women just became pigs. I think I summed it up best in that column I wrote all of those years ago:
Sexual freedom has turned into sexual obsession. Perversion and promiscuity are applauded, morality and chastity condemned. Female college students of the slut feminism camp are finally equal to the men. It’s a shame, though, that they view equality as an equal number of notches on their belts.
But, I’m sure I’m just being a judgmental prude so I’ll shut up now.
Comments (1)October 15, 2009
Meghan McCain: Fat slut, just fat, or just a slut? I report; you decide.
I have just stumbled upon a CNN.com story about Meghan McCain quitting Twitter because of some picture she took that resulted in people calling her a slut. That post led me to Meghan’s latest column about fat chicks in America and how the media treats them. I barely know where to begin with this one. But, I guess we’ll start with the slut stuff:
Meghan McCain says she’s ready to quit Twitter all together after generating a wave of criticism from users of the popular social networking site Wednesday night for posting a picture of herself in a tank top that left little to the twitterverse’s imagination.
The controversy began quietly enough when McCain, the vocal daughter of the former Republican presidential candidate, tweeted that her self described “spontaneous” night in included reading a biography of the iconic artist Andy Warhol and ordering takeout.
It was there the 24-year old McCain posted the photo of herself wearing a tank top that generated the subsequent controversy .
The photograph apparently generated a string of negative responses, leading McCain to weigh in 15 minutes later: “so I took a fun picture not thinking anything about what I was wearing but apparently anything other than a pantsuit and I am a slut.”
“This is why I have been considering deleting my twitter account,” McCain, with close to 60,000 followers, continued in another tweet, “what once was fun now just seems like a vessel for harassment.”
Fifteen minutes later, McCain weighed in again, tweeting, “When I am alone in my apartment, I wear tank tops and sweat pants, I had no idea this makes me a slut”, I can’t even tell you how hurt I am.”
An hour later, the prolific tweeter said her decision was nearly made: “ok I am getting the f**k off twitter, promise not to delete my account until I sleep on it, thank you for the nice words supporters.”
But McCain did make one final tweet before the evening came to a close, posting a link to her latest column for the Web site The Daily Beast.
It is interesting to me that CNN.com chose to use the term “weigh in” twice and then linked to Meghan’s latest blog post about the media’s obsession with weight, but that’s neither here nor there. I will not speculate on the intentions of those nameless “reporters” over at CNN.com and what they were trying to get at. Let’s concentrate on what’s important, here: Meghan McCain wearing a tank top pushing her breasts out of the top as if she was Pam Anderson and taking a picture of it and posting it on Twitter. That’s what we’re really here to talk about.
NotSurprisingly, people did not respond well to this picture of Meghan being…well, being Meghan McCain, of course. Anything for a little attention. Even if that means slutting herself out by posting provocative pictures of herself on Twitter. What annoys me about it is that she acts all surprised that people called her a slut after posting this pic. We all know what she was going for. I guess when the thing that catapulted you to fame was talking trash about Ann Coulter and having Laura Ingraham call you fat there’s no where to go but down.
As per usual, Meghan misses the point. She doesn’t get why people find her repulsive and labeled her a slut. No, Meghan, wearing a tank top doesn’t make you a slut. Wearing a tank top that’s too small for you that has your breasts popping out and smacking people in the face kind of does. Also, there are plenty of things you can wear in the privacy of your home that people would call you a slut for wearing outside. So, once again, wearing a tank top around the house doesn’t make you a slut, even if it clearly doesn’t fit you. It’s when you post it online for the whole world to see that your sexual proclivities come into question. You can wear lingerie around the house, too and no one would call you a slut, but if you wore it out in public you would be labeled a whore. Should I keep going or are you starting to get the point?
You took this picture and posted it online knowing that you looked like a Playboy Bunny. In fact, that’s probably why you posted it online. I know you’re stupid, but you’re not that stupid. You know why people are calling you names. You’re just mad because you thought you looked good and your feelings got hurt when you realized people became violently ill at the sight of you. But, enough about that and on to your other self-esteem issues, which are kind of related. I have a theory that one of the reasons you are so slutty and desperate for attention is because you are uncomfortable with your weight so, let’s move onto your blog post about the media and fat chicks:
My weight is the great constant in my life, no matter where I am or what I am doing it is an issue that comes up. People approach me in public sometimes to talk about their own body-image issues and commiserate about the cruel treatment I receive. Whether or not the media wants to face this, I believe some women are less likely to speak out publicly about their political beliefs because they see the way I am talked about. Why would any woman want to speak out on television when the inevitable result will be a merciless critique of her physical appearance? God forbid she is larger than a size 4 or under 5 foot 10, because then the way she feels politically is irrelevant. I worry about the long-term damage this kind of weight obsession is doing. We are grooming a generation of women who are less likely to speak out about their beliefs because of the assault that comes on their physical appearance as a result. Just look at the treatment of Sarah Palin and Hillary Clinton by the media if you need any more evidence. What exactly is the media hoping to achieve by doing this? What does anyone gain by this? The media can do better, this country can do better, if not for women like me then my little sister and all the other young girls in this country.
I joke that some of these political Web sites should have separate sections for people to blog about the size of my ass (still a size 10, for those of you who are keeping score).
My only answer is to refuse to take it. I refuse to be bullied, and I refuse to let Jessica Simpson be bullied. This is the way I look, this is the way my body looks, which by the way is a completely separate issue from the way I feel politically. This country and the media are doing a horrible injustice to the young women in this country but I for one refuse to be a part of it. I also am reassured that in some small way, I hope my refusal to conform to the media’s standard of an ideal body image makes it easier for other girls out there.
Because the only heavy thing that truly matters here is the burden.
WARNING: HEAVY SARCASM ALERT in 5…4…3…2…1…
You go girl! You refuse to take it. You are so brave, out there fighting the good fight, defending Jessica Simpson! I can’t imagine how hard it is to live a day in the life of Meghan McCain, the girl who has accomplished nothing but being the daughter of a famous politician and made her own name by trashing the political party she claims to belong to and the women in that party who earned their fame through hard work and dedication. Excuse me, I just feel so bad that I can’t stop these tears. I have to get a tissue. Boo-hoo, Meghan McCain!
I may be a rarity, but I don’t believe the media is to blame for girls having eating disorders. And, you know, I’m kind of offended that you aren’t standing up for all of the men out there who suffer from anorexia and bulimia. Are you sexist? Is it because after you give yourself away to any man you pass on your way to the restroom he doesn’t even have the curtousy to help you up off the bathroom floor?
Eating disorders are very complicated mental diseases (not that I expect you to understand the simplest of things). Their causes and cures are difficult. Although the focus is food, they are more about control. People don’t start starving themselves because of skinny models in a magazine. If they did, then there would be way more women (and men) suffering from it. The truth is, the percentage of people in our society with eating disorders is very small and there are other underlying causes at play. The control of food entering or exiting their body is a manifestation of some larger problem. They may point to a picture in a magazine as the cause, but that’s not the case. It’s the simplest response, which explains why it’s the only cause you can possibly understand.
I’m sick of fat people talking about media images, body images, and eating disorders. The only eating disorder we seem to have a problem with in America is overeating. America is the most obese nation in the world. We have a growing obesity epidemic, and you’re seriously going to argue that people are dying because the media promotes skinny people while denigrating fatties? Really? That’s where you’re going to go with this? I’m sure there are many more people dying of complications of being overweight than under.
If you’re fat and you know and you really wanna show it, good for you! And, if Jessica Simpson wants to pack on the pounds eating at Olive Garden, good for her. It’s the price you pay for putting yourselves in the spotlight. I’m glad that you’re proud of being fattastic, except that I don’t think that you’re proud of it. Sexual promiscuity is a sign of low self-esteem. All of your desperate attempts for attention show me that you have very low self-esteem and the more you protest my conclusion the more you convince me I’m right.
If you really weren’t concerned about your weight you wouldn’t be posting questionable pictures of yourself on Twitter in a misguided attempt to look sexy and you wouldn’t be obsessing about it to the point of writing this lengthy blog post about it. It’s like I have said before, you’re like the former dorky chick on an episode of Maury ten years from now bringing back the boy who wouldn’t kiss you in high school to tell him how over it you are. Except, you’re obviously not over it because if you were you wouldn’t be concerned with bringing the guy on Maury and telling him about it.
UPDATE: My boy over at American Power just came through with his own thoughts on the McCain Boobette situation.
UPDATE II: Why is The Other McCain refusing to show me some linky-love on this Little Miss Booberrific stuff? Was I too mean? Did I go too far? I know, he said no fat jokes, but I didn’t think I made any. OK, perhaps there was some offensive words (fattastic?), but it’s not like I’m claiming to be the Camp of Saints, over here. I’m a HotMES! It’s all in the name.
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Self-Proclaimed “Abortion Addict” Publishes Memoir
In other abortion news, I was tipped off to this wonderfully uplifting book last night:
A woman has admitted to being ‘an abortion addict’ after having 15 terminations over 17 years.
Irene Vilar said she had the abortions not from poverty or fear but as an extraordinary act of rebellion against her ‘controlling’ husband who did not want children.
The 40-year-old’s confession has unleashed a torrent of attacks from anti-abortion activists on the internet, including death threats and demands for her to be jailed.
The cycle of pregnancies and abortions, which began when she was 16 and ended when she was 33, was also punctuated by several suicide attempts.
Now a successful literary agent with two young daughters, Loretta, five, and Lolita, three, Mrs Vilar has written about her experiences in a memoir, called Impossible Motherhood: Testimony of an Abortion Addict.
The book, which was published yesterday, has shocked many Americans, who remain bitterly divided over the issue, and has angered campaigners on both sides of the abortion divide.
Charmaine Yoest, president of pro-life pressure group Americans United for Life, said: ‘It really underscores everything we always say in the pro-life movement – that abortion is part of a very sad story for women.’
However, pro-choice campaigners said Mrs Vilar’s book raises uncomfortable questions about abortion as a form of birth control.
Mrs Vilar said of the book’s reception: ‘I am worried about my safety and the hate mail. I just imagine the “baby killer” stuff and I could be a poster child for that kind of fundamentalism.’
The attractive one-time academic prodigy attended a boarding school in New Hampshire and was accepted into a New York university when she was only 15.
A year later, she fell in love and married a 50-year-old Latin American literature professor, who she says was opposed to having children.
She claims he bragged that his relationships never lasted more than five years and told that having children killed sexual desire.
In response, Mrs Vilar said she rebelled by ‘forgetting’ to take her birth control pills.
‘In the beginning I was taking pills and I’d skip a day or two or give up one month,’ she said in a television interview. ‘I’d think I’ll be better next time.
‘But slowly, my days took on a balancing act and there was a specific high. I would get my period and be sad, then discover I was pregnant, being afraid, yet also so excited.’
She claimed she had the abortions so her husband wouldn’t leave her although she failed to reveal whether he knew of the terminations.
‘Of course, this did not mean I wanted to do it again and again.
‘A druggie also wants to stop every time.’
‘Of course, this did not mean I wanted to do it again and again,’ she said. ‘A druggie also wants to stop every time.
‘Women have written memoirs about their anorexia or their bulimia, and they explain the best that they can what motivated their addiction or their behaviour. I try to do the same in this book.’
There is so much to say about this repulsive story. I realize that this woman is an anomaly, not the rule, but the truth is many women are using abortion as birth control and have had plenty more than one. Once you have had an abortion you are more likely to have more. Granted, most people who have an abortion probably won’t get to the point of having 15, but it is very likely that they’ll have between two and four. In this day and age, that’s a very serious problem. I bet that most Americans don’t think abortion should be legal for this kind of excessive use, and I only take bets I know I can win.
Not only did this woman slaughter 15 of her unborn children–the two that somehow escaped this serial killer should really watch out–but she wrote a book to profit off of their deaths. She claims that motherhood has made her accountable, but remains “pro-choice.” What is her point, then? Other than to make a quick buck, that is. If she doesn’t regret it, and is clearly not taking responsibility for her actions (skipping days on the pill, getting pregnant on purpose, then aborting her unwanted children) why expose herself for these shameful acts other than to make money off the book sales? What does her book offer to the people who read it?
She compares her book and the reasons for writing it to women who have written about their battles with anorexia and bulimia. The problem with this is that those people were only hurting themselves, so it’s not quite the same as abortion, and their stories help other women dealing with these same issues. It helps them to see they are not alone and to seek help. Is she trying to help other abortion addicts out of their addiction?
What does it mean that she calls herself an abortion addict? It’s just an abdication of her responsibility. It’s a way for her to assuage the guilt that (I hope) she feels because, whether she calls herself pro-choice or whatever else, she knows that she has taken a life. She knows that her choice has deprived 15 of her children of ever taking their first breath.
And, haven’t we taken the addiction excuse a bit too far? That’s everybody’s excuse for everything. The story goes: addiction is a disease; we can’t penalize someone for having a disease; so, we can’t penalize them or hold them responsible for their acts they claim are a result of their addiction. Cheat on your wife? Claim you’re a sex addict. Gamble your life savings away? You’re addicted to gambling so all is forgiven. And, so the story goes. Garbage! People need to start taking responsibility. An addiction may be a reason for your behavior, but stop using it as an excuse when your behavior is inexcusable.
With stories like this, is it really any wonder my faith in America is dwindling?
(H/T: Tim Dennehy on Facebook)
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