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Does a heart beat constitute life worth saving? Does death matter if no one is there to care? Does the death of an unborn fetus weigh in the same as the death of a person you've lived with for 20 years? Heavy questions but the reality is miscarriages happen all the time and sad as they may be (I am a father of a miscarried child) the majority do not have funerals or talk about this all to common reality in any mainstream mediums. This is the sort of idea that is imposed by those who find answers delivered to them by others still that seek to control their lives (and willing acceptance of this control is common). General CommentThe fact is there is no definition of a soul that we can measure or test.

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WELL WHY IN THE HELL WOULD I DO THAT? I just think he really knows how to handle me, because I always look forward to the next one. When I tell my friends what he says to me each year, they think I need to say something about it. My favorite part is at the end, after he is finished washing his hands, he always turns to me and says, ' You were great. The main reason I like it is because HE seems to enjoy it so much. It's kinda like John Cougar's song 'Hurts So Good'. We've gotten to know the ins and outs of each others lives quite intimately and I consider him a close personal friend.Įven tho' a pap smear isn't the MOST pleasant sensation, I can honestly say that I enjoy it.

I am IN LOVE with my gyno, which I know is wrong, but he is young, studly and very unashamed. (I schedule it that way deliberately, as a festive present to myself.) General CommentI've been thinking about this song all day long because it brings back sweet memories of my annual exam, which always takes place right around christmastime. The narrator is debating her stance on this, because it's an uncomfortable subject that no one can really give you the answer to. This comment was, for the record, neither pro-life or pro-choice.

Even if they seemlogical, and she believes them to be true, her naural emotions and automatic sympathy get in the way- even insects just want to survive, and even insects have mothers.

Still, it seems like the narrator is having a hard time persuading herself of all of these things she's heard. Maybe the narrator is trying to convince themself that a fetus is the equivilent of a 'parasite'- as I've often heard those who are pro-choice try to sway me with- which gives us the image of some lower lifeform, of some sort of insect, even. Nothing in life is just plain right or wrong- there are thousands of shades of gray in between, and exceptions and other options- and that in itself can be kind of tiring sometimes we just want something to be a simple Good or Bad, but that's not how life works.Īlluding to the procedure that kills the unborn child, and also majorly effects and could possibly emotionally scar the mother- that is, the abortion itself. But is it a baby in the terms we think about? Does it have a soul? When does a fetus become an individual life? The narrator is having trouble figuring that out. Those of the pro-choice persuasion often say not to call an unborn child a 'baby', because it's technically a fetus. The world either puts you to work (you're born and forced to work through your life and constantly struggle) or you don't make it that far, and die before you are born. It's definitely about abortion, and hits on a subject that I myself have been constantly going back and forth over: When does life begin?