To the Men Celebrating the Death of Roe vs. Wade.

An open letter to the cheerleading conservatives.

Photo by Gayatri Malhotra on Unsplash

I just want to talk.

Not to Republican lawmakers right now, who have spent fifty years crafting, waiting, and planning for the moment that Roe vs. Wade would be overturned. Not to Democratic lawmakers either, whose borderline criminal, absolutely infuriating incompetence and inability to get anything done— in this instance among others — is literally going to get people killed.

No, I want to talk to the right wing voter. The men in particular.

Men all across the country who — as one of my charming old high school classmates put it on Facebook— are celebrating the end of “casual hookup culture”.

“Don’t have sex in the bathroom in the frat house, then…”

“If you aren’t adult enough to raise a child stop having sex…”

“Happy Roe vs. Wade day!”

You really think you’re teaching women a lesson, don’t you?

The sluts gotta learn, right?

Well first, I suppose I could offer my congratulations. Well played. You succeeded, didn’t you? You won this fight, and thanks to the efforts of the party you have elected, tens of millions if not hundreds of women have lost the ability to determine what happens to their bodies. Thanks to you, a uterus is now the property of the state. All the “sluts” out there have been taught that lesson, and you get to laugh at their pain and the real world consequences of what this means begin to set in.

I do have a couple questions, though.

How long is this going to be a game to you?

Will you find it funny when your sisters are murdered by men who don’t want to pay child support? Will you still be happy about this when your nieces end up in the emergency room because of self inflicted injuries they sustained trying to give themselves an abortion? Are you happy that in Louisiana, they explicitly, clearly, and intentionally did not even include exceptions for life of the mother?

I’m sure you’re thrilled.

But you know, I’ve got another question.