I figured the self righteous should have a field day with the photo I’m opening this post with. It’s actually fungus among us. It’s called dead man’s finger, it just looks like phallic.

So I’ve gotten some fan mail today. They made me giggle. One is from a pseudo intellectual with an IP address that goes to Norway which is a long way from Chester County, so go figure. Her name is Carol.

Apparently, Carol is Wiccan, so I wonder what kind? Other than that for her I’ve got nothing. I don’t pretend to be perfect. I don’t pretend to be a feminist, but when it’s attack the blogger season, sometimes the blogger nips back. I don’t know from religious judgment, but I guess she doesn’t get the colloquialism “bless your heart .”

I love a girl who can spell don’t you? She’s from Delco I think and I don’t recall in my last post talking about in vitro fertilization (IVF). And I definitely wasn’t talking about abortion, although I am pro-choice and she really better her line her little generals up, because well all these people that are pro-life, well that means no more IVF, either. But hey, who’s counting.

Apparently the great orange bloviator is now the father of IVF. So that begs the question of where all his children test tube babies as in injectables, and if he is the father of IVF, how much back child support does he now owe mother of IVF from 1965 on?

I figure I should give Mrs IVF (the your when it should be you’re, among other things) super speller a little history lesson:

The first infertility clinic opened in 1926 in Massachusetts. In 1934 Gregory Pincus performed IVF-like research on rabbits but was fired from Harvard due to his controversial research. 

In 1965, at Johns Hopkins, Dr. Howard Jones worked with Dr. Robert Edwards of England and fertilized the first human egg in vitro.

In 1968 back in England, Dr. Edwards joined Dr. Patrick Steptoe and used a Laparoscopy surgery to retrieve an egg and fertilize it in vitro (in the lab). They published the results in the journal Nature in 1969.

The first successful live birth from IVF was in 1978 in England, A successful live birth was produced in Australia in 1980, and then in the US in 1981.

IVF, you ignorant git of a female, is all tied up in a woman’s right to choose. And a woman’s right to choose? It’s not merely abortion rights like it has been distilled down too, it’s also just in general a woman’s right to choose what she wants to do with her body, including things like IVF but I am but a mere mortal and a female with a brain.

A woman’s right to choose, is just that – her right to decide what to do with her body AND that includes deciding to choose having a baby vs. terminating a pregnancy.

It’s so amazing to me that I have male and female friends from all walks of life, all kinds of religions, different ethnicities, different political belief systems, and we all manage to converse with one and other, even in today’s heated climate. They don’t begrudge me my opinions, I don’t begrudge them theirs.

And yet, these random people, often other women, on the internet who have not really actually read what I actually wrote, extrapolate what they perceive as their reality and off they go. It doesn’t actually matter if I actually didn’t write about what they are bitching at me about.

We live in such a bizarre world today. That is the long and short of it.

I will never understand these people who write to me, often the women especially.

As women we have the right to our feelings. We should have the right to be able to choose. We did for a while and now we are in this weird purgatory of hell. And for what? So people who have exactly zero to do with our lives at all can dictate our choices whatever they are?

Another part of my freedom of choice as a woman is also my freedom of thought and expression. That however seems to be the biggest threat of all or why else would these random people care about what I one blogger chooses to write about?

It’s somewhat ridiculous and we are not all supposed to be exactly the same. But I bet these same people are still fixated on the photo I opened the post with.

Keep the cards and letters coming…I guess.

Thanks for stopping by.