I remember when I found out that my sister was pregnant. My little sister.
My dad called me at school on a Saturday afternoon and told me that he had some interesting news. I was intrigued, but I assumed that it was nothing more than some piece of hometown gossip.
He said, "Well, you're going to be an aunt." And in quintessential Emily fashion, I said, "Oh my God! You guys got a puppy?!" Needless to say, it came as quite a shock.
I remember being furious. Not angry that she was pregnant, but angry that she got pregnant. She is an intelligent, independent and informed young woman. How in the world could she possibly put all that in jeopardy?
Because life happens.
A major problem I have with the anti-choice argument is that it often does not take that basic principle into account.
The most morally and psychologically demanding decisions that define society today are not black-and-white issues. They are not, as some conservative minds would have you believe, questions of whether or not you are a moral person.
They are questions about whether or not you are a person at all. Whether or not you go out into the world and interact. They stem from that vast gray area that lies between left and right, liberal and conservative, religious and secular.
When I discovered that my sister was pregnant, she was three months along and had decided, after much deliberation, that she would bring her pregnancy to term.