Whenever I click a link at a Yahoo blog, it pops up this window, which won’t let me follow the link unless I grant Yahoo permission to run a Facebook app.
If this is some new policy at Yahoo, I’m done with anything related to Yahoo forever.
I hopt it’s just some strange bug that’s only affecting me. Is this happening to anyone else?
This happens fairly often to me, too. I generally just wind up running a Google search for the article title and then read it on a different site. Thus defeating the entire purpose of their stupid permissions window. Stupid Yahoo.
Lord Byron, on the paradox of being original and combining previous influences. A crisis of any creator, artistic or scientific.
Maria Popova assembles a masterful collection of advice to reconcile this paradox: The Art of Scientific Investigation (1957), Part I: The Role of Openness and Serendipity in Creativity and Discovery
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How can someone stand behind abortion, when you have a life inside of you that God created for you? How can you say that this life isn’t worth it? If you can’t take care of the baby for whatever circumstances than there is always adoption available to couples who can’t conceive, but still want the joy of being parents. OPEN YOUR EYES! God has bigger plans for us all that we don’t even realize the picture.
Excuse me but it appears your baby is actually upside down
Did you take Sex Ed freshman year because babies come out headfirstHi, OP! As someone who was given up for adoption, allow me to call bullshit on your little post there! You see, when I was adopted, I was a white-skinned, healthy, neurotypical infant, which basically put me at the top of the list, right underneath white-skinned, healthy, neurotypical MALE infants! There’s only one kind of infant people wanted to adopt more than me! I was SOOO lucky! But if you actually bothered to look at the information readily available on the interwebs, you would be aware that the majority of people who are forced to rely on abortion for family planning are poor people and people of color. Of course, those two demographics intersect, thanks to the institutionalized racism of our society! Neat huh?!
Of course, even babies of color are not in high demand with couples looking to adopt. Many who do want to adopt outside their race choose to go outside the country, where laws are less strict and the process is often less expensive. Of course, most of the infants adopted this way are obtained in unscrupulous fashion, but who cares about that when you’re saving a little Korean or African baby from the horrible fate of growing up in Korea or Africa??? And all those children who have birth defects, are born with diseases or disabilities, or have other issues… WELL. Who wants to invest that kind of expense and time? Why would you adopt someone broken, LOLOL?!
Granted, there are some wonderful people who understand the system a little better, and make it a point to try and give POC and disabled children a good home. But they make up a very small fraction of potential adopters! This difference in supply and demand leaves a lot of children stuck in the foster system, where their chances of being adopted diminish with every passing year, and their chances of being physically or sexually abused INCREASE! Isn’t that wonderful?
And of course, we haven’t even talked about the person who is giving birth to the baby! I know you probably think pregnancy is a wonderful, happy time, and for some people it is, but it is also one of the greatest health risks a person can take. I love my son very much, and from the day I found out I was pregnant with him, I wanted him! But I also nearly died giving birth to him. You see, I had pre-eclampsia, the most commonly fatal birth complication in the world. My blood pressure was 180 over 130! At twenty-two years old, I was actually headed for a stroke, hah hah! How funny is that? And all it took was missing a single pre-natal appointment during which my blood pressure rose to dangerous levels and my body tried to kill both me and my son. Those seizures sure were fun, as was the emergency c-section performed without anesthetic! And being chained down while the operation was performed, because I was delirious and wouldn’t stop trying to fight off the doctors, that was a BLAST! It was great for my husband too, since he almost lost his wife and child in just forty-five minutes. You can imagine how thrilled he is at the prospect of me ever getting pregnant again. Babies are certainly cute, but pregnancy can have massive health complications, and I know it’s such a bummer, but they are PERMANENT. :( My abdominal muscles never recovered from being hacked through with a scalpel, and the flood of hormones caused by late pregnancy have changed things from heartburn (never used to have it, now, all the time!) to my emotional reactions (I cry when I see pictures of kittens now. I used to be tough). These are changes I did not ask for, cannot control, and cannot fix! And many people go through worse! I know, right? Unbelievable, but go look up the word ‘episiotomy’ and then look up ‘birth rape’ and I’m afraid you’ll find some stuff that just isn’t very shiny. Plus, the studies actually show that people who carry a baby to term, give birth, then give it up for adoption suffer HIGHER rates of post-pregnancy complications like post-partum depression and post-partum psychosis, general depression, and other mental health issues. Adoption actually isn’t good for the person giving birth at all!
I’m afraid the picture you chose to use there is also pretty disingenuous. I know, I know, it seems like nitpicking. I’m not trying to be mean! :( But that picture shows a fully developed, viable infant, and most abortions are performed when the fetus isn’t even a fetus - it’s a blastocyst. That’s just a clump of cells. Seriously! You can totally find pictures on the interwebs and they’re not even gross, LOLOL! Later-term abortions are usually performed because of health complications, though some of our intrepid state legislators are trying to change all that! They care so much about people who are pregnant, you see, that they want to force them to carry dead or dying fetuses inside them until their body either becomes infected while it rots in their tummies (this is called sepsis, and it makes people very sick, and can even kill them!), or forces it out naturally in a gush of blood and fluids! Isn’t that so caring of them? I’m so glad they’re around to make those decisions for me! And if a pregnant person is not allowed to terminate an unviable fetus, in some states, they have to carry the child to term, give birth to it, and then watch it die in their arms because its lungs weren’t developed, or its brain formed outside its skull, or any of a million possible birth defects that will kill you just as quick as lickity-split! Isn’t that wild?! Of course, these people go through terrible grief, and as I mentioned, some of them may get sick and die from not being able to abort dead or dying fetuses. But I guess that’s just A-okay with you, huh?
Basically, I think before you suggest adoption as a universal alternative, you should actually go do some research on adoption. And before you condemn abortion, you should do some research on abortions - not the stuff your church is giving you, the stuff the real doctors are saying. Go to Planned Parenthood (if they haven’t all been closed down, ROFLMAO!) and request whatever information they have on the process, the statistics of who has abortions and why… and actually, all of that is on the interwebs! Isn’t technology AMAZING?
And in closing, since I’ve been asked this question many times and I know it’s coming? Yes, I realize I am here talking to you because I was not aborted. But the thing is, if my mother had chosen abortion, I wouldn’t know the difference, so it wouldn’t matter to me. And if she decided that choice was best for her, then that choice would have been best for her, and I would never want to take that choice away from her. As it is, since I was given up for adoption, and since I have seen the statistics on how badly people who give their children up for adoption suffer, I have spent much of my adult life worrying about her, whether she’s healthy, whether she’s okay, and feeling that if she did suffer from any of the common post-birth symptoms, it is at least partially my fault, even though she made that decision on her own. Which is silly, I know, but at some point, all children have to stare down the consequences of their parents’ having them. For some, that’s poverty. For others, a life-time of their parents struggling to treat and care for a severe illness or disability. For others, it’s wondering if their mother ever got over giving them away, and wishing you could reach out and assure her that it’s okay, she doesn’t have to be haunted.
May your birth control never fail!
Guess humans have a mating season after all.
May 30, not that common. Guess my parents liked to be different all across the board.
LMAO So how ironic is it that my birthday is May 30th? hahahahaha
This is actually just kind of frustrating. I’d really like to get a closer look and learn some of these, but the image is too small.
http://www.scarves.net/scarf-tying-index.html
You’re welcome ;)
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On Loki. (~x)
that shit-eating grin at the end
what
He’s just so damn adorable.
OH MY GOD. Totally my new favorite movie ever. Because (ok, in part) he’s awesome super fun. Yay!
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Here is a post for Mother’s Day. It’s not my favorite holiday, and I’ve decided to do it differently this year:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/Amelia/mothers-day_b_1499754.html
Amelia*, I hope you get to see this note, because the reply box just does not have enough text so I’m reblogging. :)
Mother’s Day has always been a tough one in our house, for a variety of reasons, but largely because twelve years ago on Mother’s Day my husband’s little brother died. He would be 34 this year had juvenile diabetes not stolen his health and vitality and left him vulnerable.
Your thoughts are beautifully expressed as always, and I wanted to take a moment to thank you for helping me fit the final puzzle piece into my feelings about this Hallmark Holiday.
We’re going to see The Avengers tomorrow morning, and have lunch while the kids make sure the babysitter earns every cent that we overpay her (because she’s amazing, they’re 3 and 2 and she *keeps coming back* O_o :) and then I think we’ll have pie in honor of the brother in law I never got to meet (there’s a family joke behind the pie ;) and take the dogs for a walk and I’ll count my blessings on both of their strawberry-blond heads.
Happy Family Day to you and yours. <3
A note from Brian H.:
Dear Mr. President -
I don’t know that you will see this response, yet I hope you will.
I can’t begin to tell you what it means to me to hear these words come from my President. I never dared to hope that the leader of my country would ever affirm aloud what I must…
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We may not be able to offer a physical hand, but we’re always just a phone call away, day or night: 866.488.7386.
I wish Google would leave the Social Network thing to others. When Google does what it does, and does it well, it changes the world. When it rides bandwagons, it’s irritating.
I’m not on Google Plus, and I suppose that I won’t be liking YouTube videos any longer.
Oh, go fuck yourself, Google. This is just as bad as companies forcing me to “like” something on Facebook before I can view whatever it is they want me to “like.”
Just let me thumbs up something, without forcing me to “upgrade” to G+, you dickheads.
The worst part of this? For a producer like me, I’m going to lose a crapton of potential upvotes for Tabletop, because the core of my audience is tech-savvy and may not want to “upgrade” to yet another fucking social network they don’t want or need.
Uh, yeah. It starts with exclusionary naming requirements and moves to forced participation.
Way to be like all the other dicks on the internet, Google.
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“As women, we must stand up for ourselves. We must stand up for each other. We must stand up for justice for all.”—Michelle Obama
No, not okay. Put on a damn condom. I am walking proof of its importance.
You could do what Gene Wolfe did: get up really early every morning, before anyone else was up, and write for an hour. Then have breakfast and go to...
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Here is a post for Mother’s Day. It’s not my favorite holiday, and I’ve decided to do it differently this year:
And there you have it.
[Image: A picture of a young child with long black hair in pig tails wearing an awesome
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A note from Brian H.:
Dear Mr. President -
I don’t know that you will see this response, yet I hope you will.
I can’t begin to tell you what it...