Vicky Saporta, of the National Abortion Federation, on why “we must remain vigilant in preserving reproductive freedom”. You have the feeling sometimes that these people will not rest until every darn pregnancy is labelled unwanted and terminated. What do they want, half a million aborted babies a year? 2 million? Would that be enough?

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Andrea adds: I’d just like to have a Count the Euphemisms contest. Quite an article.

And he even golfs well…

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[h/t UofT Students for Life]

Matt Damon does not like James Bond…

Matt Damon has attacked Ian Fleming’s famous British spy James Bond, currently played by Daniel Craig, calling him “repulsive”.

He said: “He’s repulsive. Bond is an imperialist, misogynist, sociopath who goes around bedding women and swilling martinis and killing people.

“The movies have a formula, they stick to it, and it makes them a lot of money. They know what they are doing and they’re going to keep doing it.”

This is the same guy who plays Jason Bourne. A character I like almost as much as Bond. Oh dear; what’s a girl to do?

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Rebecca opines: This is great stuff. If this acting thing doesn’t pan out, Matt Damon can find employment as a third rate academic anywhere in North America. He’s got the spiel down perfectly.

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Brigitte agrees! And he briefly attended Harvard, too!

Woman gives birth to eight (8) babies. All seem to be well so far. Congratulations! And good luck!

Because one should never pass up a good chance to blast crazy feminism. I especially like the last paragraph:

The whole point of feminism was to give women freedom to live their lives as individuals, whether it meant working, parenting, or having five days or five months of maternity leave. If I’d known it meant glowering angrily at each other, personally I would have saved my bra from the fire, and just gone back to the office.

At the risk of exposing myself as a bizarre person, I never understood what the point of bra-burning might possibly be. I mean, these things are expensive…

Andrea has a fine op-ed in this morning’s Montreal Gazette about the heart-wrenching case of a woman left behind with her children by a wealthy ex-partner who only sends her $35,000/month in child support. Actually, that’s just the hook. The serious point is that marriage isn’t the same as living together, and should therefore be treated differently by the state.

And a splendid point that is. I have had my share of failed relationships before meeting Dear Husband, and I can tell you that there is, indeed, a very big difference between shacking up with someone and making a life-long commitment to stick with them through the good and the bad. The piece of paper, it turns out, matters a great deal. I remember my hand shaking as I signed it (now of course I’d be hard-pressed to tell you exactly where, in my house, said piece of paper is stored, but that is NOT the point).

Marriage isn’t for everybody, and that’s fine. Nobody should be forced to marry who doesn’t wish to. But to pretend that drifting into shared domesticity is the same as getting married is wrong, and not just for those who can’t get more than $35,000/month out of their ex-boyfriends.

Today is the 36th anniversary of Roe v. Wade.

I realize we live in a world where nothing is supposed to be taboo. But this is ridiculous:

Shelley Price can’t stop the tears from falling as she makes her startling confession.

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Shelley is about to admit to one of the great taboos of motherhood. No matter how hard she has tried, she says she can’t bring herself to love her elder daughter, Catherine.

‘I know what people will think. Everyone will hate me. I’m the woman who doesn’t like her own child. But I’m speaking out because I’m convinced I’m not alone,’ says the 33-year-old.

‘I hate myself for the way I feel, but whatever it is that makes a mum want to hug and kiss her child, I have not felt it. Catherine has always felt like someone else’s daughter.’

I don’t know what it’s like to have a daughter you don’t even like. But you’re, at least technically, an adult and she’s not. For the sake of that child, could you please get a grip, do your best, and shut up?

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Rebecca adds: “‘I whisper: ‘I’m so sorry for the way I’ve been with you.’ But I know I can’t help the way I feel. I can’t turn on my feelings like a tap.”

And here we have the therapeutic culture bearing its toxic and self-indulgent fruit.

No, you can’t turn on feelings like a tap. But you can control your actions. You can choose to meet a child’s needs, which include a need for affection and warmth and cuddles, regardless of what you’re feeling inside. Daycare workers, who may well be very fond of the children they care for but certainly don’t love them the way their mothers do, provide cuddles and smiles and happy interactions all the time with their charges.

Horrifying.