The most gruesome thing I have ever read
I read this last night on an Ivillage messageboard for moms of 9/07 babies. I have a harder time carrying on with the other ladies on the board because I always find ways of separating myself emotionally from certain issues and try to analyze them from a logical stand point, while they tend to shriek bloody murder that, oh my dear Jesus, that girl should be put to death for murdering all of these unborn babies.
Let me clarify, I am pro-choice. I don’t have all the time in the world, so I’m not going to explain my stance, I’m just going to leave it as is. Becoming a mother did not change this, as it does for a lot of women whose fallopian tubes take over the function of their brains (Nancy Grace).
This, on the other hand, totally turned my stomach. It comes to a point that you begin to abuse your rights, which are on shaky ground as is, but also your body’s very ability to reproduce. I doubt this flowy-skirt and sandals wearing hippy really cared about the fact that repeating this act could very well leave her sterile, but does she realize what else it could do?
I don’t know if it’s real, in fact after reading the first article and swallowing that first mouth full of vomit, I thought it could be fake, or an urban legend. But just the idea that someone could do this to themselves over and over again, and then take the remains and put it on display, just shakes me to my core. I have heard of people doing gross things to themselves in the name of mental illness, but not in the name of art. Don’t kid yourself love, no one would want to see this.
And if it is real, can you blame Yale for denying it? No establishment, especially one of higher education, even the most liberal one, would admit to allowing this to happen.
Real or fake, I have had my serving of deplorable gross-ness for the day, or for the rest of the week. I am done.