So guys, you know you're sort of playing into the babykilling hands of Yale fetus artist Aliza Shvarts here. Not because, you know, her method was maybe a smart way to address the Meaning Of An Embryo — as in, an embryo achieved via modern methods and stripped of all the mostly well-intentioned mix of very palpably human phenomena that generally places such things in unwelcoming uteri (i.e. lust, pleasure, intimacy, emotional attachment, faulty use of prophylactics, the possible attendant never-acknowledged romantic debate over whether said failure is attributable to A "Reason" that can only ever conclude in "I just can't right now") (or, in the case of miscarriage, the tragedy of the body's refusal to abide the desire to procreate) — but because she claims she expelled them through use of legal and herbal abortificients and that is totally an absurd (or "absurdist", whatever) joke. Right, Google?
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