Ah, yes, we all like to have a record of every blessed event, don’t we? Emily Letts is an abortion “counselor” at Cherry Hill Women’s Center in New Jersey. She wrote a column in Cosmopolitan magazine about her choice to not only have an abortion, but film it. This is taking a stand against “slut shaming” to a whole new level. In fact, this film was the winner of the first annual Abortion Stigma-Busting Video Competition! I hope that Netflix will be featuring all the entrants soon.
I found out I was pregnant in November. I had been working at the clinic for about a year. It was my first pregnancy, and, full disclosure, I hadn’t been using any kind of birth control, which is crazy, I know. I’m a sex educator, and I love talking about birth control. Before this experience, hormonal birth control scared me because of complications I’d heard about from friends — gaining weight, depression, etc. So I tracked my ovulation cycle, and I didn’t have any long-term partners. I thought I was OK. But, you know, things happen. I wound up pregnant. (emphasis mine)
Gee, you’d think that someone working in an abortion clinic would know what causes pregnancy. When she says she “wound up pregnant,” it’s as if she was one of those women in “Village of the Damned” mysteriously impregnated by aliens.
Once I caught my breath, I knew immediately I was going to have an abortion. I knew I wasn’t ready to take care of a child. The guy wasn’t involved in my decision.
Oh, so she does realize how it happened after all, but no matter. No man is going to tell you what to do with some inconvenient tissue mass, right, Emily?
I called my supervisor and said, “Excuse me, I am going to need to schedule one abortion, please.” It was very early in the pregnancy, only two to three weeks.
Don’t they give a discount if she schedule multiple “procedures,” you know, sort of like buying a package from a massage therapist. I have a feeling she might save A LOT of money that way.
Patients at the clinic always ask me if I can relate to them — have I had an abortion? Do I have kids? I was so used to saying, “I’ve never had an abortion but…” While I was pregnant and waiting for my procedure, I thought, “Wait a minute, I have to use this.”
As long as you are snuffing out innocent life, you may as well use it.
This next part is where Emily veers from sounding confused, and detached from reality to full-blown, and very disturbing, insanity.
I knew the cameras were in the room during the procedure, but I forgot about them almost immediately. I was focused on staying positive and feeling the love from everyone in the room. I am so lucky that I knew everyone involved, and I was so supported. I remember breathing and humming through it like I was giving birth. I know that sounds weird, but to me, this was as birth-like as it could be. It will always be a special memory for me. I still have my sonogram, and if my apartment were to catch fire, it would be the first thing I’d grab.
Your sonogram?!! Of the baby you killed? Are you going to frame it and put it on the mantle, then when visitors come over, say “Oh, yes, that’s the fetus I aborted. It’s a very special memory.”
One interesting takeaway is that this piece is yet another example of these offensive “women’s” magazine pushing what is actually the very anti-woman feminist agenda. Parents, a suggestion: I know that these rags are right out in the open at the checkout counter at your neighborhood supermarket and drug store, but they should actually be locked up behind the counter. Keep them away from your daughters.