So, this was great. So great that I had to blog about it. I am not one to break rules…well, not important ones. And all of you know that I spend most of my life on an airplane. As soon as the cabin door closes, all “electronic devices” are supposed to be turned off…this includes cell phones. Usually, I do just that. But today, I was waiting for a very important text message from my husband, so I decided to leave it on just a little longer than I should have. Right as I was about to shut my phone off, the curious flyer next to me says, “You know you are supposed to have that off.” I replied, “Yes, I know.” He then continued to police my cell phone activity and said, “But you are not turning it off.” I almost started laughing at the absurdity of the situation, but then I realized something even more profound. And yes, it has to do with abortion.
So, here’s this complete stranger…doesn’t know me from Adam. He has no idea why I might still be on the phone. May I am awaiting a text about my father who was admitted to the hospital. Maybe I am flying home because my child had an accident. He has absolutely no idea what my life is like on the outside of this airplane. But yet, he felt comfortable enough to question my cell phone use. And there’s my point.
We as a society feel that is is our business to intrude and barge in on people’s lives at the drop of the hat…even for things as silly as texting on a cell phone. But when it comes to telling a woman that abortion is a bad decision for her and her unborn child, all of a sudden “We don’t have the right to tell a woman what to do with her body.” Give me a break! If you saw a woman about to jump off a bridge, would you try to help? According to this standard of thought, you shouldn’t. After all, it’s her body. She can do what she wants with it. And, if she is pregnant and going to jump off a bridge, that doesn’t matter either, right? I mean, who cares about the baby inside of her, right? We shouldn’t tell her what to do! Her body is the only thing that matters anyway…not the body of the baby. Really, who cares what people do to themselves or others. It’s not our business to tell them it is right or wrong. Wanna be a drug addict? Fine! Wanna rape women? Great! Wanna beat your kids? Hooray!! Does this line of thought make sense to you? It doesn’t to me.
“Mr. electronic device policeman” was a perfect example of how we are always ready to tell others what to do…well, unless it involves taking the live of their unborn child. How hypocritical and shameful.
