June 2nd was primary day in New Mexico, where my hope is that we will go on to elect our first Native American female governor come November. Women’s issues are very much at the forefront of my mind now, not only given that I am female, but that sadly, that I have been afforded more rights than young women are enjoying in America today.
Today, women in America are dying, due to confusion over the new anti abortion laws and the destruction of Roe.
Women are now being targeted, tracked, regulated and possibly indicted for murder for trying to deal with the fact that we are born with uteruses that can procreate. Procreate, mind you, only with sperm from males, whose bodies are not being targeted, tracked or regulated. In fact, men can receive drugs to help them make more sperm, online and incognito, should they desire. If men could get pregnant, I am certain we’d have access to abortion like a happy meal at McDonald’s, or free with a purchase on Taco Tuesday, in the take-out line. If men could get pregnant, we would all know from puberty on, that pregnancy is a medical condition, not a gift from a god, or carried in on the beak of a stork. Pregnancy is dangerous, much of it uncomfortable at best, and risky in the most desired of circumstances. Women can and do DIE during any point of a pregnancy, for a myriad reasons, and abortion is healthcare for pregnancy, not simply a choice, which as a person, she should be afforded. And unfortunately, many more are going to die, due to the anti-science crowd and their utter fantasy nonsense disguised as reality.
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Women don’t just willy nilly opt for abortion in the third trimester after having endured their extraordinary bodily changes, picking out baby names, and preparing for the arrival of a new person. When abortion happens late in a pregnancy, it is necessary for the life of the person who got pregnant, with the aid of sperm from a man. And let us be clear, women who get pregnant are different from children who get pregnant. Young girls (who are children) are not women simply because they can become pregnant. Their bodies are not fully developed. Children being pregnant are a completely different set of circumstances, but “oooh… the stork…” But the Trump/GOP/Fake Christian Regime does not care. And maybe the harm is the point.
So, instead of everyone knowing clear truths about pregnancy from science and sex education, it is women in America who carry the burden of everything from unwanted pregnancy, to their drastic bodily changes, to child care after the child is born. Perhaps, it is this inherent recognition which made me so damn angry watching the film, Marty Supreme. Now, I could write a whole separate piece on why I did not enjoy the film, but the thing that really stuck with me is the way in which the character of Rachel, female friend of Marty, and her race-around- the- country- as- if she- just- has- a- big -belly -in -the -way pregnancy was written. Since it was written and directed by two men, in many ways it did not surprise me to have Marty galavanting around the globe, basically treating the physically abused Rachel as a pain in the ass that he uses only when he needs her, end with the romantic notion that, when Rachel finally gives birth, we watch Marty, who has been the “no possible way am I the father nor will I ever want a child” guy, miraculously melt into a ball of papa mush at the mere sight of the brand new child. This is the exact kind of fairy tale bullshit that perpetuates the myth that pregnancy is a “miracle,” unexplainable by science.
I am now reminded of the billboard I just saw on I-25, with a giant photo of a cute baby, that says “Proof of GOD”. I want to scratch out GOD and write SCIENCE. But I digress. I can usually tell when a script is written by men when I see how the women are portrayed, how they speak, how they dress. I should say it is a common American phenom. And also why I watch mostly European television, where they portray women as people—people who can become pregnant. People who will need special healthcare and assistance afterward, should a child come forth. In America, it’s often a dreamy situation, planned and executed by God, ON to a woman, and the male is … free to do as he pleases. Everything in our culture points to it—from movies that romanticize babies and giving birth, to the way we are, or are not, handling the Epstein class. Note: the only men held to account, so far, are from other countries, from princes to prime ministers. But not here. Here, all a man has to do in a film is see a newborn baby and his entire world view becomes a magic ball of joy, and, as with Epstein, there is no accountability. This lack of accountability and perpetuation of the “stork” myth ends up giving us personhood laws, with the “person” being the blastocyst that announces it’s “heartbeat” because there is an electrical impulse. The person, somehow, is NOT the woman. It is not even the man who provided the sperm to make the blastocyst. The ONLY one responsible is the female, because she happened to be born with a uterus, and the male is free to be, ya know, male and bestow his sperm like a gift with no laws, no ban on erection drugs, no tracking of his bodily fluid, nada.
The end of that film and the miraculous change of Marty from self absorbed playboy to perfect papa made my skin hurt for days. How many people saw it, and had their hearts melt because “awww…. the baby…” I am not sure, but what I AM sure of is that the drumbeat got louder for the myth, thus] for more punishment. For women. Next up, murder.
Yep, we’re not only banning abortion, but classifying it as FIRST DEGREE murder now. This is the inherent danger when we allow myths to persist in film, on television or in anything from novels to how we allow journalists to speak about women. Especially in the regime, where women are under constant attack—the only ones held to account for Epstein in this country, the only ones being fired from this administration, the ones not being promoted based on merit ( ahem, Pete Kegsbreath.) This is what happens when we don’t allow women to ascend to positions of power as equals, with equal treatment, by those who write about them. Writers who see women as toys, objects of their desire, deserving of “quiet, piggy,” whose bodies need to be augmented to look like teenage girls into their 40’s and 50’s and beyond. America needs to screw her head on straight. About and for women. For their vote. For their power. For their equality.
So…go Deb Haaland. Go and be our first Democratic Native American woman governor in New Mexico after our wonderful first Democratic Hispanic woman elected as governor in U.S. history, Michelle Lujan Grisham. You go girl.
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