Sometimes, I wonder why we let organizations name themselves. We don’t get to choose our own names. Why should they?
For instance, there’s pro-life and pro-choice. Shouldn’t they use the opposites? If one is pro-life, is the other pro-death (or anti-life)? If one is pro-choice, is the other anti-choice (or pro-forced decision, pro-“my way or the highway”)?
And really, what planning does Planned Parenthood do for you? Do they help you figure out the times when you’re least likely to get pregnant? Do they offer advice on how to raise children? Do they offer adoption services? Financial aid? Money-saving tips? Maybe it should, instead, be called Unplanned Parenthood: The Solution. I mean, I’m pretty sure when you walk in, there isn’t a choice. There’s only one thing on the table.
Regardless of which side you fall on, you’ve got to admit, sometimes things are named to sound the best for them. Which only makes sense. If you started a shoe company and used inexpensive labor factories but charged a premium for your shoes, you wouldn’t advertise yourself as Cheaply Made, Expensive Style.
Sure, you could say that pro-lifers are nosy, sticking their business in other people’s bedrooms. Sure, they might ask us to be more responsible and considerate to ourselves and the value of a life. But, they’re asking us to think about someone other than ourselves and no one likes doing that. They might tell you that kids bring joy; they probably won’t tell you that kids are messy, dirty, and smelly.
You could say, pro-choicers offer a way out of a difficult situation, a bad life for baby/fetus/kid/embryo/etc. Kids are expensive, not everyone can afford them. And, of course, no one will forgo the carnal pleasures just because they’re too poor…that’s unfair (and life’s unfair enough already). So don’t let someone take what little joy you can get. Eat, drink, and be merry for tomorrow we die…or may die; you just never know.