The plaintiff in Roe v. Wade was a young woman named Norma McCorvey, who is now a born-again Catholic pro-life activist. Joshua Prager at Vanity Fair has an eye-opening profile of her. Here’s a taste:
Young Norma McCorvey had not wanted to further a cause; she had simply wanted an abortion and could not get one in Texas. Even after she became a plaintiff, plucked from obscurity through little agency of her own, she never did get that abortion. McCorvey thus became, ironically, a symbol of the right to a procedure that she herself never underwent. And in the decades since the Roe decision divided the country, the issue of abortion divided McCorvey too. She started out staunchly pro-choice. She is now just as staunchly pro-life.
But in truth McCorvey has long been less pro-choice or pro-life than pro-Norma. And she has played Jane Roe every which way, venturing far from the original script to wring a living from the issue that has come to define her existence.
“I almost forgot i have a one thousand dollar fee,” she texted in August in response to a request for an interview. Told she could not be paid, she texted back: “Then we wont speak.”
The cliche of breaking eggs to make omelettes is never used in the article, but I think it describes the role McCorvey played in the Roe case, especially in relation to her lawyers. The case that eventually went to the Supreme Court was, to put it bluntly, not exactly Norma McCorvey’s idea. It was the work of her lawyers, Linda Coffee and Sarah Weddington, who chose her as their ideal plaintiff. McCorvey at the time was dealing with an unwanted pregnancy and wanted an abortion, but she had little agency in bringing the case to the court system. Coffee and Weddington wanted to make an omelette—in this case, abortion rights for Texan women—and the egg they broke was giving Norma McCorvey a platform.
The whole article is worth a read.
I really don’t mean to be unsympathetic, I’m aware of her health struggles and how the new baby is great news for the family, but that still leaves the question of why it’s all over the Internet today. How did this Giuliana Rancic person become someone whose family-building adventures I’m supposed to care about?
Oh, the self-obliviousness is overpowering:
While it’s great to listen to your kids’ ideas, there’s also a time when dads simply need to be dads. In this case, it would’ve been helpful for him to explain to Malia and Sasha that while her friends parents are no doubt lovely people, that’s not a reason to change thousands of years of thinking about marriage. Or that – as great as her friends may be – we know that in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home. Ideally, fathers help shape their kids’ worldview.
In this situation, it was the other way around. I guess we can be glad that Malia and Sasha aren’t younger, or perhaps today’s press conference might have been about appointing Dora the Explorer as Attorney General because of her success in stopping Swiper the Fox.
Sometimes dads should lead their family in the right ways of thinking. In this case, it would’ve been nice if the President would’ve been an actual leader and helped shape their thoughts instead of merely reflecting what many teenagers think after one too many episodes of Glee.
Bristol Palin, you are the very last person whose opinion is of any use to us on well-adjusted families or the roles of fathers. Oh, and your grammar is lousy. Please learn the third conditional before you use “would have” in another sentence, will you?
Seriously, though, Pres. Obama has forgotten more about how to be a good parent than you have ever learned. Your comfort zone is not a good place to be.
I would like to point something out to Shannen Doherty: if you need to announce that you are a badass?
This is some funny shit, though:
I am of the mind that if your man is satisfied at home, he will not stray.
I am of the mind that Shannen Doherty is overly enamored of the sound of her own voice.
(I hesitate to use the tag “celebrities who should not be celebrities,” as by all accounts Ms. Doherty is actually a very competent actress, but with this book she has jumped the shark.)
I am amused at Jezebel’s continuing to react to The Daily Mail (aka The Daily Fail) as if it were anything but a ridiculous reactionary rag. This publication warrants pointing and laughing. Leave the earnest critical analysis for The Guardian.
Also, I resent reality television for the recent bumper crop of bullshit celebrities it has generated. I’m especially hostile to the Real Housewives franchise, though I have no doubt Jersey Shore is also toxic. If I never see Teresa Giudice’s face on a magazine cover again, so much the better.
But all that said, some moderate exercise and a good meal help defray the caffeine-enhanced rage due to Metro shenanigans this morning.
…Nick Cannon? Really?
But last week, I heard a discussion on his show that really had me jumping out of bed–a debate over the new emergency contraceptive pill, “ella.” My flag was immediately raised because Cannon belongs to a special class of celebrity whose personal story influences their political views: that is the “my mom didn’t abort me, therefore abortion is wrong” spokespeople, with Tim Tebow the most famous and egregious example.
The Beethoven Fallacy is basically, one doctor says to another, “If you had terminated the pregnancy of [describes woman’s pathological family history], then you would have murdered Beethoven.” The way the thought experiment is phrased is in itself obnoxious, because the pregnant woman in question doesn’t seem to have any say in whether she will maintain the pregnancy. The question first assumes that abortions happen because doctors make them happen, and that women’s agency is not even up for discussion.
We just keep making the same mistake with these idiots. First we let She Who Must Not Be Given More Attention become a regular fixture in the media, then we let Perez Hilton turn Miss Pacific Piehole into a celebrity of victimized conservatism, and now Coconut-Head of the Week is going straight for the big guns.
This is the lesson we should be learning, but of course we’re not: When beauty queens say stupid bullshit, DON’T PAY ATTENTION.