On the Pick at Her Line
Unable to continue the drivel, I decided to cheat and read the reviews. That's okay isn't it? At least I can still be "in the conversation". The character has an abortion. Whew! At least they skipped over the single motherhood trope. The moment I sense a character is "to dumb to live" I am out. And I was already done with this sad sack character after her umpteenth raw-dog fuck a stranger in the woods scene. Apparently my subconscious was not. I woke up this morning, slowly as always, coming off a dream. In this one I was at the picket line for an abortion clinic similar to the one described in the book. I stood among a bunch of deluded sign holding biddies but I was holding up signs of support. I guess I had a lot of arms. The signs said the following:
These people are crackpots and death cultists who get wet thinking about the apocalypse. (Embellished with arrows pointing at the anti-choicers.)
- Irony: Their promise land is death.
- I support your choice.
- I heart Planned Parenthood.
- You do you! (In case there are so-called millennials around.)
- I had an abortion and all I got was the freedom I've been enjoying the past few decades.
- A picture of an eraser with no text.
- Your body, your business.
- Dick Cheney is an asshole. (Nothing to do with abortion and the fact that it's a personal medical matter and not a policy point, but why not just say it? He sucks.)


