Lady-Parts, the Church and Planned Parenthood: When I Became Pro-Choice
Originally written by Sara Benincasa for On The Issues Magazine; cross-posted with permission.
I'm a comedian, not a scientist or another type of professional smart person, so I have a limited understanding of that which occurs at the microscopic level inside my lady-parts. However, I did once have a job at Planned Parenthood Federation of America for six weeks, which taught me a few things about the goings-on in the general vicinity of my undercarriage. Plus, I like to read the lady-blogs to learn more about these issues.
And lest you think I've only exposed my tender brain to leftist influences, I was raised in the Roman Catholic Church, where a very serious lady showed me very serious photographs of very serious fetuses when I was a very serious (and vocally anti-abortion) 13-year-old. It is a fact that I once told my mother she was "slutty" for failing to wait until marriage to have sex with my dad (never mind the fact that he's the only guy she's ever been with in the Biblical sense.) And I once begged my mom to let me take the day off from school to travel with our parish (that's a Catholic word that means "franchise") to the March for Life in Washington, where I would walk in memory of the millions of murdered babies who had perished at the hands of selfish mothers and evil doctors. To her eternal credit, she said, "No. School is more important. You can do that when you're a grown-up, if you want."
What I'm trying to say is, I've been on both sides of the reproductive rights debate – the side that thinks reproduction is not a right or a decision but a God-given duty; and the side that thinks birth control and abortions ought to be available to whoever the hell wants 'em, regardless of age (within reason) or reason (within reason). I've spent my entire adult life on the latter side of the issue.