So I woke up this morning to the most extreme, misogynist and downright offensive piece of proposed anti-abortion legislation I’ve ever seen. What, you ask, could possibly be worse than parental notification, requirements that women see an ultrasound, requirements that women be told that their fetus is a baby, or be told that their fetus can feel pain, or straight-out bans?
Yes, I understand that on a practical level, an outright abortion ban is much worse than this proposal. But on a purely intellectual and theoretical level, this Ohio bill offends me far more. It treats women as property. It treats abortion as a valid choice– as long as it’s not a choice that the woman make on her own. It raises a sperm-donor to the same level as the woman who actually endures a pregnancy. And it takes women’s bodies hostage by a specific person.
No. Really. It is that bad.
As written, the bill would ban women from seeking an abortion without written consent from the father of the fetus. In cases where the identity of the father is unknown, women would be required to submit a list of possible fathers. The physician would be forced to conduct a paternity test from the provided list and then seek paternal permission to abort.
Claiming to not know the father’s identity is not a viable excuse, according to the proposed legislation. Simply put: no father means no abortion. [. . .]
In addition, women would be required to present a police report in order to prove a pregnancy is the result of rape or incest.
Sometimes, there are no words.
As a final kick in the (pregnant?) gut, those advocating this law are also framing it as an issue of “choice” and “rights”– for the father of the fetus. These are “pro-life,” anti-choice radical bigots– the kind who howl about the poor, unborn “children” and condemn any woman who makes the choice to end her pregnancy as a selfish, murdering slut. We sure as hell can’t trust women to make a choice about her pregnancy. But hey, maybe with a man’s help, we can. Not only that, but unlike women, men deserve the RIGHT to that CHOICE.
. . . and then I cry.