Women are not chattel. We’re not here to be your pawns. Our bodies are not the domain of your ideals, religious whims, political machinations, or need for patriarchal sophistries.
No one. NO ONE can tell a women what she is and is not obliged to do with her body.
The war on women has culminated. Not in some huggy-Christian-victory parade. Oh no. It’s culminated in the end of a détente that has kept America civilized. It has culminated in the ultimate reveal that men and women will lie through their teeth to get a job where they are supposed to uphold the truth. It has culminated in the fracture of our society where an unstable minority can wrench the distort the lives and futures of half the population without even the faintest guilt.
You think this is about life eh? You’re about to find out how wrong you are. Because now it’s personal.