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Pay my loans. Pay my mortgage. Pay my rent. And promise you’ll care for the kids I don’t yet have. Even though I was able to afford a university degree, and I live in Vancouver, I still believe my life is harder than those living in Africa.
Quite a letter in the Citizen today.
I personally would also demand that the government provide free, grandé, extra-hot, non-fat lattés for those mornings when it feels hard to get up.
Wowee.
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Tanya adds: The letter writer claims, “[I] would love the opportunity to have babies…”
Nah…you wouldn’t. If you think paying off your student loans is a drag, try paying $40 a week for diapers. You know, those women in poor countries don’t use disposables so they just don’t have that same burden. (Man alive! This lady’s something special.)
I’m kidding, of course. There is nothing we could do that’d be half as bad as this.
An Afghan law which legalised rape has been sent back to parliament with a clause letting husbands starve their wives if they refuse to have sex.
A high school student writes about her family, in particular, her mom. The whole thing is worth reading. This is the kicker:
It is not Mother’s day. It is not my mom’s birthday, or the anniversary of some important date. Nothing… except a song on a radio, which reminded me what a beautiful woman my mother is, and how lucky I am to have her in my life.
I like this sort of every day hero story.
Better their party than my tax dollars? (with the options ranging from “bad” to “increasingly horrible”.)
Read all about an abortion fundraising party, here.
(h/t The Corner)
With a bit of luck no one will ever need to have sex again.

In case you feel like modern ads are idiotic and demeaning… Here’s proof positive that they were like that way back when, too! (Wow, does that make me feel better!)
It was a struggle to decide which one I “like” best. #2 is particularly creepy, #4 I absolutely do not understand, #11 I find adorable. But the one pictured above took the prize in the end. It says:
Though she was a tiger, lady, our hero didn’t have to fire a shot to floor her. After one look at his Mr. Leggs slacks, she was ready to have him walk all over her.
Gosh, how could one resist?
I’m a cerebral sort of gal, who, in the past has felt I should subjugate feelings to reason. Which, sometimes, I should. A good time to exercise this might have been before eating a second bowl of frozen yoghurt last night.
Anyhoo, here we have a study showing that those who follow their gut reactions make more ethical decisions. I don’t know how science comes to these things, but I see this as a vindication for conscience. I.e. we all have one, so use it.
Although it’s widely believed that ethics engage reason, free from passion, a forthcoming study in the journal Administrative Science Quarterly finds gut instincts are more principled than logical thinking.
Back to my deep philosophizing though. We have feelings, logic and the gut/conscience competing for our attention. So on the matter of the frozen yoghurt, for example, my feelings told me to eat more. Logic would say a second bowl of frozen yoghurt for a girl who doesn’t tolerate milk well is a bad idea (and it is). But my conscience aka my gut, did not speak. So there are clearly some issues that fall outside of the moral domain.
This pertains to the whole ProWomanProLife thing because I think most women have a conscience on abortion, but they subjugate that to all those other reasons, very logical ones, on why abortion is suitable in their particular situation. I believe they pay for this in the long term, when the conscience they subjugated comes back to haunt them.
I believe we would increase our personal freedom, freedom that is not defined by government or people or any tangible source, if we followed our gut more often. We would then live in the freedom of knowing we had done the right thing. This is an idea that is hard to get at when we talk about abortion–the provision of which is generally viewed in mainstream culture as offering more freedom, not curtailing it. I, of course, have to be difficult and view things in precisely the opposite way, struggling to find a way to describe what it is I believe. And then eating too much frozen yoghurt when I am disappointed that I can’t do so adequately.
Rebecca had this idea that perhaps we could pick a topic, and the ProWomanProLife team would weigh in on that topic.
We decided for the first round to go with something completely uncontroversial: The Birth Control Pill. Not birth control in general, but The Pill.
So here you have our uncensored, unfettered views on the Pill, in alphabetical order. There were no consultations prior to filing with me.
Enjoy.
The title of this article is The new confessional journalism turns female writers into tedious, self-hating semi-celebrities:
A first-person piece about, say, drug addiction in the week the government is voting on downgrading the classification of certain drugs is journalistically justified. An extended piece pegged to absolutely nothing in which a “former anorexic” journalist describes her hilarious horror at having to eat “normally” for three weeks is not, and simply suggests that the journalist can think of nothing to write about but herself.
But I might put forward a different hypothesis: Be it resolved that women created and popularized this genre of writing, rather than being victims of it.
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Brigitte adds: I’m not disagreeing with you, Andrea, but in my experience, editors (male or female) want popular pieces. And this sort of confessional stuff is popular – they’re like a car crash; horrifying yet oddly fascinating. We hate ourselves for reading those pieces. But enough of us read them to make them come back.
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Andrea adds: I’m not saying I’m 100 per cent sure that women did create the genre…at the same time neither am I sure that it was foisted upon us. Certainly the Oprah Winfrey world we live in demands confessional style everything from men and women alike.