I always check my work email first thing in the morning. There is a little part of me that hopes to see an email saying something to the effect of “The building has burned down. No work today. You can go back to sleep.”
This guy (Gou Miyagi) is the Andre 3000 of Skateboarding. Never seen anything like it.
"My body, my choice" only makes sense when someone else’s life isn’t at stake.
Fun fact: If my younger sister was in a car accident and desperately needed a blood transfusion to live, and I was the only person on Earth who could donate blood to save her, and even though donating blood is a relatively easy, safe, and quick procedure no one can force me to give blood. Yes, even to save the life of a fully grown person, it would be ILLEGAL to FORCE me to donate blood if I didn’t want to.
See, we have this concept called “bodily autonomy.” It’s this….cultural notion that a person’s control over their own body is above all important and must not be infringed upon.
Like, we can’t even take LIFE SAVING organs from CORPSES unless the person whose corpse it is gave consent before their death. Even corpses get bodily autonomy.
To tell people that they MUST sacrifice their bodily autonomy for 9 months against their will in an incredibly expensive, invasive, difficult process to save what YOU view as another human life (a debatable claim in the early stages of pregnancy when the VAST majority of abortions are performed) is desperately unethical. You can’t even ask people to sacrifice bodily autonomy to give up organs they aren’t using anymore after they have died.
You’re asking people who can become pregnant to accept less bodily autonomy than we grant to dead bodies.
I like to argue things and see both sides of an issue, but I can’t come up with anything against this.
This is what happens when you give graffiti artists an abandoned warehouse and an unlimited amount of paint. Legit.
Migrant field worker picking green beans.
Photo by me, TheNeolisticKid. :)
Warm doughnut bun, fruit gelatin slice, Nutella mousse, fresh strawberry and fresh kiwi.
Never forget this song exists…
It sounds so much like the whole of a life… From the first opening of eyes and steps to the last breath…
Wut… 50 million years of wood hanging around. Makes me wonder how long it will be until fungi evolve a way to decompose plastics.
Isn’t this just all of us?