Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feminism. Show all posts

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Abortion and Breast Cancer


This one minutes video illustrates a basic truth from the book, Breast Cancer: Its Link to Abortion and the Birth Control Pill, namely that "induced abortion and oral contraceptive use, especially at a young age, markedly increase a woman's risk for developing breast cancer" (p. 257). Chris Kahlenbornm, MD meticulously researched and wrote the book in 2000. It's still available for sale, but both the book and its politically incorrect conclusions have been studiously ignored by the media and the medical establishment.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Our First Female President

Today American Thinker postulates that Obama is, in reality, our first female president, just as Clinton was the first black president. His need to talk all the time, his fighting like a girl, and his well developed empathy provide some of the reasons for the characterization.

Hmmmm. Maybe they’re right, especially when you compare his extreme need to control others to the worst mother-in-law ever imagined.

As a mother-in-law of three and soon to be four, of course I exempt myself and most other MIL’s from this hackneyed slur.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Motherhood and Apple Pie

In my lifetime the phrase about motherhood and apple pie has slipped from basic truth to bemusement to derision. Coincidently, the role of mother also slipped in favor, so I don’t think the change is due to a changing appreciation of apples.

In my twenties, I was unusual because I received a B.A. before marriage. Most of my friends earned their M.R.S. within two or three years and dropped out of college. I was also unusual in that I had four children at a time population alarmists self-righteously assaulted me in the mall or on the street with, “Whatever were you thinking?” Others more subtly made vague references about Southern women staying barefoot and pregnant. Both friends and strangers raised eyebrows whenever the six of us appeared together in public.

By thirty, I began to meet feminists at cocktail parties who wondered aloud why I wasted my potential as an educated woman to stay home and change diapers. They seldom allowed me to explain how much I enjoyed teaching my children and how little time I actually spent changing diapers.

By my forties I noticed that young girls were afraid to mention that they really wanted to get married and have a family. Only prodding from a sympathetic listener could get them to admit that a life spent as a computer programmer, for example, was not really their hearts’ desire. But society demanded that they approach life with career foremost in their mind.

As I approached sixty, I met more and more young women who had pursued the lucrative jobs as prescribed by our culture, but with fertility clocks ticking, wanted to get pregnant more than anything else. Of what value are two Mercedes in the garage if there is no baby to cuddle in your arms?

Now that I have turned seventy, I can look back on several careers: high school teacher, homemaker, publicist, software trainer, university lecturer, and advisor. Without doubt the most challenging, most compelling, and most fulfilling one was that of homemaker. It allowed me to develop, to experiment, to create, and to teach with few constraints.

It offered more rewards than annual raises or recognition at faculty meetings. I left the university with several students telling me that they learned more from me than anyone else during their college career. As great as that accolade was, nothing compares to watching my four children and knowing that I helped give them their start in life.

My only regret now is that I didn’t have eight.

Motherhood and Apple Pie, Part Two

The feminists used to hold consciousness-raising sessions in churches and Y’s across the nation to explain to women exactly how oppressed they were. They denounced women “trapped at home changing diapers” on ungrateful children. For a while their ideas made sense as society gradually adopted a form of their attitude. But they forgot that women are “hard wired” to be mothers.

So more and more women never returned to the job from their eight-week maternity leave. Others gladly sought part time work so they could spend more time with their children. Lately, we have witnessed an explosion of young women choosing motherhood, even without a husband. And most recently, there is Nadya Suleman, defiantly choosing to have fourteen children alone.

Choosing to have children without fathers present in the home is perverse and not to be applauded, although it is far better than abortion. But it does prove that nature will not be denied. Women are happiest bearing and nurturing children, physically and/or spiritually.