A nice supplement to this post I made previously, regarding male reproductive rights.
Joe Turkel, director Stanley Kubrick and Jack Nicholson on the set of The Shining (1980).
If a woman is able to walk away from a pregnancy (abortion, adoption, etc.), shouldn’t a man be entitled to the same right? At this age, many of my peers are engaging in fairly regular sex, and while modern contraception is effective, it is not foolproof. In the event of it’s failure, I can only imagine the fright that must come with the discovery of pregnancy. However, the female at least has some measure of control of the situation, as the outcome will ultimately be her decision. This is rightly so. It is her body that will be immediately effected, and we as individuals should have complete control over our bodies. As the male, you legally can’t do much besides await the decision of your counterpart, and this is a problem. Assuming he does not want to be a dad, a man will now be forced into fatherhood or be forced into making child support payments for 18 years (a substantial financial burden). Either way, his life will be forever changed. I firmly believe in a woman’s right to choose, and a man should also be able to choose not to take part in the child’s life, either financially or in a parental role. In this way, both parties can opt out of the responsibilities of parenthood if they so choose, leaving them free to continue with their chosen lifestyle. Thank you for reading.
Bill Watterson, with some life advice.
“‘It’s the sea,’ his father said, a hand lightly rubbing Teddy’s back as they leaned against the stern. ‘Some men take to it. Some men it takes.’ And he’d looked at Teddy in such a way that Teddy knew which of those men he’d probably grow up to be.”
"The boy did a handstand in the surf, laughing. He walked on his hands, then flipped out of the water. His eyes were Riviera’s, but there was no malice there. ‘To call up a demon you must learn its name. Men dreamed that, once, but now it is real in another way. You know that, Case. Your business is to learn the names of programs, the long formal names, names the owners seek to conceal. True names…’ ‘A Turing code’s not your name.’ ‘Neuromancer," the boy said, slitting long gray eyes against the rising sun. ‘The lane to the land of the dead. Where you are, my friend. Marie-France, my lady, she prepared this road but her lord choked her off before I could read the book of he; days. Neuro from the nerves, the silver paths. Romancer. Nec- romancer. I call up the dead. But no, my friend,’ and the boy did a little dance, brown feet printing the sand, ‘I am the dead, and their land.’"