Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?

Fieldwork in Stilettos

This morning I went to Planned Parenthood.  I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills and again in August just before my birthday for my annual pelvic exam.

My usual concerns when going to Planned Parenthood are:

A)     Where am I going to park?  Parking in Center City is never easy.

B)      How long is this going to take?  The folks at the Locust Street branch are always friendly and seem pretty efficient but if you don’t have an appointment, you can find yourself sitting in the lobby long enough to watch an entire Tyler Perry film.

I’m never worried about getting stopped by protestors because let’s face it: this is 2013.  This is Philadelphia.  We’re not like that here.

Plus, my visit to Planned Parenthood has nothing to do with abortion, which makes sense because 90% of the services offered by Planned Parenthood have to…

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  1. Best part: “Unless of course he’s there to offer his services as a foster parent for all of the babies he’s trying “rescue,” in which case it’s still none of his business but it wouldn’t be quite so hypocritical at least.”


    I’ve told my hubby that if a person is going to protest against abortions, they ought to be made to sign up somewhere – register somewhere – “yes, I will adopt an unplanned or unwanted child. I agree that I may be called to help a child with no warning and at a time that is inconvenient to me. I will have one month to prepare my home, my family, and make arrangements with my job. Failure to do so – or to do so adequately – will result in phone calls to the appropriate child protective services agency.” And then follow through on those threats.

    And you know, if men had to use tampons, they’d be available as impulse items at the checkout!

    Will stop before this becomes a tirade! Thanks for sharing this. Thank you VERY much. 🙂


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