It's interesting that this Twitter post...
... has made national news, including a featured story on AOL this morning...
Popular VideoThis young teenage singer was shocked when Keith Urban invited her on stage at his concert. A few moments later, he made her wildest dreams come true.
But if abortion is such a grand constitutional right with no stigma or consequences, who cares if 1 expresses relief at miscarrying so she doesn't have to abort?
Wrote Melinda Henneberger on Politics Daily in a piece entitled, "Tweeting your miscarriage: Is nothing sacred?":
Short answer: R U kidding? No bodily function, emotional trauma or personal exchange is beyond bounds or beneath broadcasting these days. Thus did 43-year-old Penelope Trunk, CEO of the aptly named Brazen Careerist blog, Twitter her recent miscarriage: "I'm in a board meeting. Having a miscarriage. Thank goodness, because there's a f***-up 3-week hoop-jump to have an abortion in Wisconsin." (The asterisks are mine, not hers.)
Although my own first reaction was to look away and keep walking, such squeamishness was not widely shared. In fact, if the tweet was in part a PR stunt by Trunk, who makes her living by - wait for it - offering career advice to the young, it worked to perfection, and set virtual jaws flapping across the blogosphere and the political spectrum.
Popular VideoThis young teenage singer was shocked when Keith Urban invited her on stage at his concert. A few moments later, he made her wildest dreams come true:
On the feminist blog Jezebel, Trunk's disclosure was disparaged as both plain old gross and particularly unfortunate for supporters of abortion rights. "... [U]nfortunately for everyone, now that this has gone national, the context and way in which Trunk framed this confirms the worst and most fantastical ideas of the anti-choice movement: that women (especially career women!) who have abortions all do so casually and callously on their lunch breaks, the way one might get a manicure.''
At Slate's DoubleX women's site, Amanda Marcotte cheered the simple elegance of Trunk's communique. And no, that is not a malign paraphrase. Marcotte, best known for the anti-Catholic rants that cost her her job as a blogger for John Edwards' '08 presidential campaign, wrote that she "wasn't even remotely bothered'' by Trunk's tweet. On the contrary, "I found it to be an elegant instance of the power of Twitter and the way people have learned to pack so much information into 140 characters. We as a culture applaud men who come up with choice quotes to describe death, courage, and war, but if a woman employs brevity to express relief at a miscarriage, suddenly there's an outcry against the dangers of getting to the point'' too abruptly....
Marcotte missed the point. Trunk's bomb was more the 2nd half of her entry.
In another Trunk post, however, we learn She is also mother to 2 aborted children, one late-term (sometime after 14-weeks and "past the time when Planned Parenthood will do an abortion").
Hence, 1 likely reason for Trunk's miscarriages, but that's another topic. Trunk wrote:
I got 2 abortions to preserve my career. To keep my options open. To keep my aspirations within reach.
I bought into the idea that kids undermine your ability to build an amazing career.
And here I am, with the amazing career....
But also, here I am with 2 kids. So I know a bit about having kids and a career. And I want to tell you something: You don't need to get an abortion to have a big career.
She wrote that on June 17th. She apparently changed her mind, now going through the divorce of the father of 1 of her aborted children.
What comes first, messed up relationships due to abortion, or abortion due to messed up relationships? Last year the lesbian pro-abortion president of the American Psychiatric Association, Nada Stotland, told the LA Times that abortion doesn't cause problems, but rather, "It may be, she said, that women who have abortions are more emotionally unstable in the first place."
I concur Trunk is "emotionally unstable." Just not sure which came first, the chicken or the egg, pardon the pun.