Vogue Puts A Stylish Face To "Partial-Birth" Abortion

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So just in time for primary season, Vogue found a woman who'd had a so-called "partial birth abortion" to tell her story. The author is pictured, styled in a Christopher Fisher cardigan, a Y & Kei camisole and three-inch heeled sandals of a unknown origin (guess: Bergdorf.) "Voters...are now asking themselves, 'Can I vote for a conservative for say, economic reasons, when a Republican president in 2008 could translate to the loss of my reproductive rights?'" she writes. But you know, I kind of hope that those "voters" are a little more complex than that. A bunch of you emailed us asking us to write about our feelings about this story; my feeling is that if I were Karl Rove I would pay extra to color-copy the story before sending it out to party minions, so as to better capture the beautiful blue hue of her billowy skirt and the Pilatesed perfection of her limbs. The abortion debate is a horrible issue, one that thrives on a cycle of sanctimony and hypocrisy fueled by the perception of hypocrisy and sanctimony and perpetuating further hypocrisy and sanctimony.


It is the very essence of partisanship. When the Supreme Court upheld the partial-birth abortion ban last year, Elle ran a thoughtful package on the sickeningly paternalistic wording of the decision that made me sick at the thought of John Roberts, in his amiable clueless maleness, believing he could know better than a woman could what the psychological effects of abortion are. (Ugh, correction, the opinion was written my Kennedy? I'm sorry, I just read this really compelling story about DJ A.M. and I think that's where that data went.)

But this Vogue piece only reminded me why people could vote for someone who might nominate such a chauvinist. Because it is just not very hard for prolifers to frame abortion as an ultimately selfish choice entered into by frivolous, elitist women who would, 364 days out of the year, rather vote for a cut in their capital gains taxes.

It is not, of course. A million abortions are performed every year. A million unwanted children are not born and that is not just critically good for the women who can't or don't want to rear them (or the woman who would render themselves infertile and possibly dead trying to end their pregnancies in a country that didn't respect that right ) but for men and for society.

And if you care about society, it's important to remember that saving it requires the participation of an entire group of people who for whatever reason think we're babykillers. And some of them are evil, for sure. But most of them are just misinformed. Misguided.

So while I'm sure they're not listening, if you've had an abortion, tell us how it went down, what your boyfriend/husband said about it, and generally why it was a good choice here. Because while we applaud Lori Campbell's courage and honesty, we know not all of you summer in Montauk. But feel free to tell us what you're wearing!



It was exactly one year ago today that I got pregnant (my sex life was so bad I had the date memorized). The first thing I did was call my mom to say sorry I was a fuck up. This was the one thing I really never thought would happen, I'd been on birth control for 10 years and had only been off of it for 2 months. I didn't even think he came, but I think I was drunk, and maybe he didn't.

I didn't tell him. He was a coke-head weirdo i-banker type I met in a bar and slept with on the occasion that our nights of drinking coincided. I took the home test, went to the doctor 2 hours later, and had made my appointment at PP by 4 PM that day. I have to say, I LOVE kids, more than most women my age that I know anyway. However, that didn't factor into my decision making one bit, I didn't want this guys kid, nor did I have the money to support it. I'm sure he would have given it to me, but, no thanks.

Anyway, I was 7 weeks, so I took the pills. The whole thing at PP was weird. You go in and they take blood, and then you go back to the waiting room. You go in and they do an ultrasound, and then you go back to the waiting room. The ultrasound chick asked if I wanted to know if there was more than one, which I assumed meant there was (twins run in the fam). I said yes, and she said there's just one. The whole thing was really odd to me and I couldn't help but wonder how many other girls in the waiting room were doing the same thing I was.

The pills weren't so bad, and I got a ton of Vicodin, which I didn't really need. Whole thing was over in 12 hours, and honestly, I just felt relieved. That's pretty much how I feel today. I remember thinking in September, 'oh shit, I'd be having my baby soon', and then saying, 'thank god I didn't'.