If you have an abortion, the baby will come out of your vagina. The baby will be a lot smaller, so your cervix won’t need to stretch as far (although in surgical abortions they do dilate you). There will be blood and pain. There are physical and emotional risks.
Abortion doesn’t make the baby disappear. It pulls the baby out of you in pieces.
Seriously, an abortion is essentially a forced miscarriage (which is why the medical term for miscarriage is “spontaneous abortion”). Your uterus will have to expel not just a fetus, but also the tissue and blood and other fluids that were keeping it alive. THEN you (your organs such as your uterus and cervix) still have to heal from it: the closer you are to the due date at the time of the abortion, the more like postpartum the healing will be. And it takes weeks for a woman to fully recover from birth, miscarriage, or abortion.
Anon clearly has no idea what an abortion is, how it’s performed, or what it can do to the human body: both to the unborn human and to the human mother.
Because all of that can also happen with a miscarriage, and they also tell you not to get pregnant again, because the high levels of HGH could cause cancer.
Which is what happens when you have a bunch of abortions. You can get cancer, such as cervical or breast cancer.
That’s how Eva Peron died, she had so many abortions because she 1) wanted to stay an actress and 2) wanted to be certain Juan got elected president, that she just had a bunch of abortions, then died, because she got cervical cancer.
So THAT’S the link between abortions and cancer! I had no idea! I thought it was a myth or something pro-choicers said we said to vilify the pro-life movement.
Nope, having ONE miscarriage (if you are already prone to it via family history) can make you get cancer, because cervical cancer (if I am not mistaken) is only because of high levels of HGH (human growth hormone) outside of pregnancy, and breast cancer is caused from either complete high risk in your genes OR high levels of HGH. Which is why if your your sisters, mom, aunts, or grandmother have had breast cancer you should be tested to see if you also have the same gene that gave them breast cancer, otherwise it was from over producing HGH after a pregnancy (either if it was terminated or the baby was born). Your HGH levels rise with most types of cancer, as it can make the growth metastize anywhere in your body, but generally it will be either in the breasts or cervix, as that’s where a lot of it is produced (HGH is in the breast milk for babies).
1. That’s not how abortion works. Most abortions are not D&E’s. The procedure takes five to ten minutes, you are given pain medication, and medical staff stay with you during your recovery:
Agreed, and this explanation of how abortion supposedly increases the risk of cancer is complete nonsense. HGH, Human Growth Hormone, more commonly referred to as Growth Hormone (GH) is produced in the pituitary gland of every living human being. Like that’s literally what makes you grow. If you have high levels of growth hormone you might have gigantism (if this happens in childhood) or acromegaly (if it happens in adulthood). But you wouldn’t have cancer. The only connection between HGH and cancer is that it seems to be associated with certain types of cancer later in life among patients who have been treated with HGH for growth deficiencies as children.
The only thing I can figure is that they somehow confused HGH with HCG, Human Chorionic Gonadotropin, a hormone produced during pregnancy. And the only time HCG is associated with cancer is an extremely rare type called choriocarcinoma, which can happen after any pregnancy, regardless of outcome.
It’s always fascinating and horrifying to see the granular details of what Republicans believe. As an elite coastal Jew I never get a full look inside the world of bible colleges and home schooling. What a rich and vibrant culture.
Also fascinating to see what kind of weird-ass questions the pro-forced-birth crowd will make up to ask themselves “anonymously” so they can spread disinformation to girls and young women.
I’ve been saying for some years now that we’re teaching science terribly wrong in schools, and quite possibly the wrongest thing we’re doing is making no distinction between “facts about the universe that we have observed” and “categories and models that we have constructed in order to organize the facts we have observed”.
Essentially, kids are being taught that “cats are mammals” is the same kind of scientific fact as “cats give birth to live young,” and it isn’t. At all.
Which is why we get discussions like the one linked above. Or like the ones about Pluto being declared a dwarf planet instead of a planet, where people assert that the change in nomenclature is because “we understand better now what a planet is” and not because we’ve chosen to narrow the definition to (disputably) better organize our constructed categories of Things In Space. Or, for that matter, like the ones that call out “scientific error” in the Bible by citing references to calling a bat a “bird,” or calling a whale a “fish,” as though the classification system we use today is objective scientific fact instead of constructed model.
Because nobody is teaching kids how to tell the difference, or even that there is a difference.
@fredweasleyfreak said: i am very confused. giving birth to live young is a criteria for being a mammal? so what is wrong with teaching them both as scientific fact?
What’s wrong with it is that the definition of mammal isn’t scientific fact, it’s nomenclature. Which is to say, a thing we made up as a way of organizing scientific facts.
“Does/does not give birth to live young” is observed data. “Mammal” is a name we attached to a particular collection of observed data.
They’re both facts, but they’re not the same kind of fact at all. And in most grade-school science classes, they’re taught as though they are. To the point where it can be really difficult for most of us who were taught that way to get our heads around the difference.
Also, giving birth to live young is NOT a criteria for being a mammal. There are egg-laying mammals. We thought, at one point, that all mammals must give birth to live young; then we found mammals that didn’t. Our understanding of the natural world is constantly changing, because of discoveries just like this one.
think of the universe as your kitchen. in order to understand and make use of it, you keep it organized, and you name things. you say, this is a fork, this is a whisk. the fork goes in the silverware drawer. the whisk goes in the spatula drawer.
and then you go and scramble eggs with a fork.
does that mean you have to reclassify it as a whisk and keep it in the spatula drawer? if so, is it just that one fork, or all forks? any fork you’ve scrambled eggs with ever? what a mess. mistake classification for reality and suddenly everything is a terrifying whirl of impossible decisions that have to be made yesterday.
but if you understand that classifying forks and whisks differently and storing them in different drawers is just how you make sure you can talk about things and find them when you need them, that it’s a reaction to the form and function of the object rather than a part of it, everything runs smooth like butter.
– everyone answering “no, i’m fred” to “are you [insert Y/N]” even hermione
– everything draco does ever
– calling blast ended skrewts “power bottoms”
– calling newt scamander bad variations of his name like nerd sandwicher etc
– colin creevey using that one picture he managed to get of hermione punching draco as a reaction image
– shouting “spank me daddy” at the whomping willow
– [pointing at random object] that’s a portkey
– every single cat is professor mcgonagall
why
– POTTER
– ever since snape’s “bottle fame, brew fortune” speech students just go on and on with it – “flambé success, bake brilliance” “Can you tutor me in charms?” “TUTOR you? I can teach you how to SAUTÉ EXCELLENCE.”
I actually think this was pretty responsible. Rather than banning it outright, which would result in kids wanting to rebel even more, she offers it in her home where she can control the amount people drink. Good on ya, Mrs George. You’re a cool mom.
She also offered her daughter a condom when she was hooking up with a guy instead of freaking out and kicking the guy out of the house.
It’s kinda funny how she is simultaneously an out-there parent, yet not a bad one. She might actually understand that her daughter is a anger-ridden teenager who can’t be easily controlled and restricted, so instead of telling her what she can’t do, she tries to guide her to a safer decision. I’m not saying I’m 100% cool with how she executes it, but hey, not a bad parent when you think about it.
next up on tumblr: psychoanalysing the mean girls mother.
self care is listening to Africa by Toto for 22 hours straight, staring into the void until all your feelings, impulses, muscles, and skin melt away and you are but a pile of bones vibrating along to 80’s synth wave
Piedmont will have absolutely no clue how to handle Post-Weirdmaggedon Dipper and Mabel.
The neighborhood kids play hide and seek and they’re hanging out on some random roof. You can’t beat them if you can’t reach them, suckas.
They’re outside every hour of the day. Literally. If you happen to be outside at two in the morning you might find them mid-magic hunt. Why not? Ford always said to take advantage of your insomnia for science.
Once some teenagers performing some weird Halloween hazing the Pines kids absolutely wrecked them. They literally have no chill.
For that matter, if you look Mabel in the eye, rumors say, you immediately have to play a game of cards with her. Never take pocket change anywhere near their street.
The pig goes with them. That’s final.
They say Dipper Pines has a six pack. They say he’s shredded. They saw he’s got a scar across the belly from fighting off a pack of wolves with his fists.
All the doors in the world are open if you know how to pick locks… Not that they’re saying they can. That’s implementing themselves in multiple unsolved crimes, and that would be stupid.
Feel free to add your own!
Mabel starts leaving handmade jewelry around their school, their neighborhood, the local grocery store. People who know her are afraid to touch them but strangers pick up these little wire and yarn doodads and find themselves having some very good luck.
There’s a rumor that that kid who always falls asleep in class couldn’t sleep at night because a ghost was haunting him. One night they find out that Dipper got in trouble for breaking into his house in the dead of night. That kid stops falling asleep in class.
On all their homework and tests, they leave behind red ink eyes crossed out with an X. One of Mabel’s classmates asked her why and she looked up front, at their Trigonometry teacher and said, just in case.
Dipper listens to a death metal band called Robbie V and the Tombstones. No one can find their songs anywhere, but if you ask he’s happy to lend you his CDs.
Mabel remembers everything, about everyone. She’s the only one who remembers the birthdays of the kids with no friends and she shares happy memories when her peers are upset about a grade or family stuff. She writes down little details in a pink glittery notebook, so that no one will ever forget.
Dipper and a group of his classmates went on a field trip in the woods. When Dipper disappeared for several hours, the teachers panicked, but he appeared at their bus a few hours later, having collected all the data he needed for his bio lab and toting a jar filled with multicolored moths. He’s banged up, but he doesn’t seem to notice. When someone asks where he got them, he says “Mothman” and doesn’t answer any more questions.
Mabel makes a tidy profit off of Mabel Juice during final exam season. Half their graduating class will swear by it all through high school even if it does taste terrible. (The arrest rate for stimulant drug use drops close to zero.)
mabel knits special sweaters sometimes in colours you can never quite match. everything else clashes a little, the yarn somehow too bright for the room you’re in, no matter the room you’re in.
if you find yourself feeling fragile, sometimes when you find yourself sobbing in a bathroom because everything is too loud and too much, soft footsteps will approach you and quietly leave one for you.
if you think about it too hard it doesn’t make sense but when you’re feeling down it just makes you feel better to wear it. it’s always warm and maybe it’s just the memory of a kind act that does it but if you close your eyes you can hear the sound of glitter dazzling and things aren’t quite so bad.
it’s your favourite sweater now. and you’re not the only one who wears one. you don’t question it too hard because it works.
just moving along like everyone else 