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Wednesday, April 15, 2009

I am a woman. I am presumably fertile. As are you. And you. And especially her. She's even had an abortion before. How unfortunate.

Some women don't get pregnant. They pray and wail and envy the ability to conceive that others so regret. One woman's trash, another's treasure. How unfortunate.

And yet, these women on opposite ends of the have something very much in common; the desire to be in control and the inability to do so. A woman's woe indeed.

So they play God to get what they want. Impede her own fertility. Take somebody else's. Both cost lots of money and are completely unnatural but damn, doesn't it feel good to get what you want out of (or into, as the case may be) your body. Take that, will of God. She's got bigger plans.

We women all want different things, but all to the same end: to get whatever it is we want however we can. And isn't that what women are good at? Chasing things and wrestling them to the ground and keeping a souvenir so we can point to it later and say "Yeah, I did that"?

Just a thought.





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