For a recent story pitch our radio lecturer said to pick something we’re passionate about; pick someone we actually want to help. It sounds simple, but I really struggled finding something that really sparked my fancy. I ended up pitching a perfectly fine adult education story, which I’m sure will turn out quite nicely. But that’s not why I’m writing a ranting-style post today
As I walked home after my lecture I saw something that made me enthusiastic… if by enthusiastic you mean bounce-off-the-walls angry.
“Safe and simple abortions, call now!”
I’d like to think few things make me truly livid, but these little poster plastered around town are enough to make me want to throw an anger-tantrum. Every one of those horridly designed, tacky ads (right next to the penis enlargement cream and love potion, of course) represents to me someone in this town who, for reasons I deeply grieve, feel they need to call that number.
Please note that this has nothing to do with the pro/contra choice debate and I have no interest in discussing the ethics of abortion here. All I’m saying is that if, for what ever reason and under who knows what pressures, a woman makes that choice, it should not have to be in this way, surely.
According to this article in the local paper there are alternatives, and going on that description of the processes offered by these posters, I find it hard to understand why they still exist at all.
Perhaps this is purely a question of avoiding the stigma and shame surrounding abortion, but if that is driving women to these back-alley and possibly dangerous means, that certainly doesn’t seem to solve anything in my eyes.
Maybe I’m missing some cultural or social complexity here, or just find it hard to believe the harshness of endangering others for financial gain. My point is simple however: in a society, even one as needy and diverse as ours, there should be no need or right for those posters to exist, and I wish we could do more to make that a reality.
**steps off soapbox**
I’ll be keeping the topic in my back pocket for a future story, when I can give it the attention it deserves. For now, if there is something you can do to help this sadness, I hope you do.
It’ll save me an anger-tantrum at very least.
pic by ruminatrix