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The morally-stunted pro-abortion mind in its native habitat (Glamour magazine)

by | Feb 17, 2017

By Dave Andrusko

I suppose, in the back of my mind, I was probably thinking, “Well, if I cover every crazy pro-abortion story in Glamour magazine, I’ll never get to anything else.”

But that was just an excuse, I see now, so let’s talk a little about the lamentable “Was I Supposed to Regret My Abortion? Because I Don’t.”

To be fair, if you read Lyz Keating’s snarky post and knew nothing about the reality of abortion–including chemical/abortifacient abortions–you’d be left wondering what is the big deal?

She “accidently” (as in carelessly) gets pregnant “after a fun New Year’s Eve together,” ambles down to the local abortion clinic and takes the first of two drugs at the clinic whereupon the next night,

“treated myself to a Baskin Robbins mint chocolate chip ice cream, and took the second pill. It wasn’t the best night of my life. I experienced heavy cramps, and I threw up the ice cream. But eventually I took a painkiller that I had received at the clinic and fell asleep. The next day I went to work. I bled for a few days, but it wasn’t very different from a regular period. And life went on.”

Except for the unborn baby.

But, again, what’s the big deal? Keating’s already told us she was the daughter of a “strong second-wave feminist” so along with her mother’s milk she imbibed a belief “in reproductive justice.” So when she “star[ed] at a positive pregnancy test, I did not feel like I was facing a moral dilemma.”


To make sure the reader understands how matter of fact annihilating her unborn child was, Keating issues a thumbs-down to the usual pro-abortion rationales, such as “to help rape and incest victims or to prevent children from being born with illnesses that would lead to early, painful deaths.” It was no more complicated than Keating didn’t “want to have a baby at the time.”

She finishes with the usual sky-is-falling rhetoric, and, who knows? Keating might even actually believe some of it.

But I can’t help thinking of the opening paragraph

In my early twenties I had a medication abortion. A few years later I got terrible food poisoning. Both may have involved stomach pain and vomiting, but the latter was much more painful and extreme. I returned to having sex shortly after my abortion, but I haven’t been able to look at chicken curry salad since.

And wonder how does anyone, even someone like Keating, come to the point in their life where they glibly liken the smashed to pieces body of an unborn baby to a chicken curry salad?

She ends by reiterating her belief in choice and by observing, “I’m 30 now and still child-free, with complicated feelings about whether motherhood will ever be right for me.”

Keating obviously has no “complicating feelings” about what she did with her first experience in motherhood.

And that is too sad for words.

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