Same day as the March for Life, I went to the National Campus Life Network dinner at a fun, festive, latin restaurant in Ottawa’s Byward Market. I will be back for some more mojitos and salsa lessons. But I digress.

As we all know, the pro-life movement is populated by largely, old, white men who want to tell women what to do. Evidence in the photo below. These photos keep appearing in my Facebook profile, so I thought it was time to post one. At the dinner, I spoke with eloquent women with degrees from fancy Ivy League universities. Very troubling. As we all further know, pro-life women are home, barefoot and pregnant, wondering how that happened to them. Finally, while waiting for the bus I had a conversation with one young woman whose job was working with the elderly in a home. And I just thought to myself, what nerve! She’s supposed to only care for people while they are in the womb.

People of the pro-life persuasion: Here’s to working ourselves out of the activism niche because of our success. I’ll buy a round of mojitos to that!

This article really juxtaposes the life of the fetus against the life of the mother. I don’t see things that way. I just don’t think it’s quite that black and white. (EITHER the fetus lives OR the mother thrives…)

PWPL welcomes Deborah Mullan to the team today. Deborah has made many funny comments in the past and adds some much needed wit into what can be a heavy debate. You can check out her full bio, here.

This means we are closing in–Jennifer is in Halifax and Deborah is in Victoria. That’s right. We’re taking over from coast to coast. [insert sinister laugh track here.]

One small administrative thing, too. We are dropping the “Andrea adds” on the homepage and PWPL women will just be putting our comments in the comments for now.

Things are only going to heat up more on the G8 front leading up to the meetings. It’s pathetic fallacy–Ottawa is so hot right now that last night I found myself wondering–if I had a water bed, could I freeze the thing and then sleep on that? (Yes, air conditioning would be easier. No, I don’t have air conditioning, leading to creative solutions/visions of sleeping on an ice cube.)

Anyhoo. Where were we? The G8.

This was the big, bold cover headline in the Star yesterday.

Lots of ink spilled thus far on this topic. My only new comment is that it is not the least bit surprising to me that there are pro-abortion bureaucrats and politicians working in Minister Oda’s office.

Pro-life, pro-choice: Everyone’s going to have something to say about this one:

Greg Bruell and his girlfriend of a year and a half, Sandra Hedrick, had a pact. “We agreed that if we got pregnant, we’d terminate because we were not in a stable family unit,” Hedrick says. Or as Bruell more starkly puts it, “I resumed sexual relations with her on the condition that were birth control to fail, she’d abort without waffling.” “Resumed,” because nine months ear lier Hedrick had conceived a child with Bruell and the couple decided to end that pregnancy. Or rather, he decided, and she went along. Their relationship was too rocky—a series of breakups followed by passionate reunions—for them to become parents together, Bruell argued. Plus, both were still in the process of finalizing divorces, and he was a newly single father struggling to balance his needs against those of his eight-year-old daughter and seven-year-old son. Bruell wanted to steady their destabilized worlds before jumping into fatherhood anew.

I’m surprised Greg Bruell isn’t ashamed to put his name into print. The lead might as well read “I was using this woman for sex, and forced her to promise me I’d never have to take any responsibility for anything.” And the “girlfriend”–why oh why would you go along with this? Prostitution without the pay.

Man. Ruin a perfectly good Sunday and I only made it two paragraphs in. Let me know how it ends if you manage to keep reading.

Don’t get me wrong. I love all animals, particularly dogs. In fact, the main reason why I don’t have a pooch right now is because I would not be able to do right by the dog in my small apartment.

Still, I can’t help but agree, here. 

Such public anguish and mass mobilization over animals has social advocates wondering why the streets often fall silent when such unfortunate fates befall fellow humans. One academic plans to launch a study of the phenomenon. “I look forward to the day when 200 people are speaking out about sexual abuse of children,” said sex abuse survivor John Swales, a Windsor-based victim’s advocate and support services advisor. “There’s no public display; it’s just business as usual…. It is a dismal reflection of society when an animal receives more concern than a child.”

We apparently don’t feel compelled to protest when it’s human beings who are abused. (Buy a t-shirt.)

This thoughtful assessment of the maternal health policy through the lens of what constitutes charity in Judaism is a fascinating read.

Please leave your comments at the National Post site, where there’s already a good discussion going. Unless you just want to say, Rock on, Rebecca! which is pretty much my comment. She’s the smart one. I am merely enthusiastic.

Looks like some doctors have been caught avoiding scientific research to maintain abortion status quo.