Chai's Analysis

Welcome back, Chai. Abortion rights? What are you talking about?

Man, I think Mango is a Republican operative. I wrote this long and angry post about the South Dakota ban on abortion and when I was looking to link to more eloquent bloggers who wrote about this issue, my computer just froze on me. Mango! What the hell? I think it's mad at me cause I ate a green mango today and it was YUMMY, you heard me Mango, YUMMY.

Anyway, come over here and step away from that above paragraph madness. I need to tell you a story. Come here baby. Sit down right next to me. No no, I'm fine with my chai. Thank you baby. Come here. Ah yes. I wanted to share with you some stories of my childhood. Something that I wanted to you know. You may not appreciate this story now, but you will when you are a bit older.

Back when I was growing up, ohhh baby, we walked to school. No, my amma never dropped us off. She couldn't. You see, back then, people drove to work in their petroleum powered cars. We were well-off, baby, not poor. But, it didn't matter. My mom couldn't drive me to junior high and then to work. It would take too long. Great grandpa? Well, he couldn't either cause he was the vice president of a company. So, I took the public bus. Yeah, baby. Hey, did I see you rolling your eyes? No, this isn't a lecture of how you should walk to school instead of using your jet-pack. This is just to share with you different times.

And it is also to show you how many similarities we have. For example, I know you are in ninth grade right now. And even though you don't go to public school cause the state doesn't pay for it anymore, I went to public school. And I know ninth grade is when everyone starts dating everyone. Did I? Haha, no, your grandma didn't. But your grandpa started noticing me when he was in ninth grade. Why are you laughing? Oh stop it child!

Hand me that napkin. You are making me sweat with your giddiness. Thank you baby. So, I know in ninth grade, people start doing things.....you know physical things. What do you mean "what do you I mean," child? You know what I am talking about. Don't make your grandma say it. Fine, they start having sex. Stop giggling! You are making my blood pressure go up. No, no, it's okay...just listen.

So, my close friend in high school was raped. Yeah, it was pretty scary cause she was unsure what happened, but she blamed herself for it. Luckily she didn't get pregnant. But, you know, if she did get pregnant, she could have gotten an abortion. Unlike now, we were allowed to get abortions without telling our parents cause the legal people knew that teens don't like to talk to parents about this stuff. And then my senior year, a close friend got pregnant. No, this was another friend. And she ended up getting an abortion. It was probably the biggest event in her life up to that point. However, she was 18 and she went to a local Planned Parenthood to get a free abortion. Of course she was sad, baby, what do you think? But, she realized that she was not ready to have a child. And she hasn't regretted that decision since. Yeah, even now.

Oh child, please stop asking me these incessant questions about my friends. Its none of your business what their names are and if I talk to them. Come on, I don't want you to lose focus on the moral of my story.

Remember that times were different when I was growing up. We, females, women, ladies, girls, had rights when it came to our body. We had choice and I am sorry that you and your girlfriends don't. I hope you know what this means. Yes. Exactly. You must change the law and make it written in blood that your life is more valuable than anyone else's "life." And also, never forget to use protection. It is your responsibility too.

posted by Chai at 10:57 PM