“Two Virginia women are being charged with inducing an abortion using herbs they purchased at a local supplement store, according to Norfolk-based WTKR-TV.
The women are Jessica Carpenter, 20, and Rachel Lowe, 27. Court documents allege that Lowe, a former employee of the Tidewater Women’s Clinic in Norfolk, helped Carpenter induce a miscarriage at six months into her pregnancy using a combination of herbs.
Lea Smith, one of their mutual friends, told WTKR-TV that she heard them discussing an induced miscarriage. She contacted police when the infant died after being born prematurely.
Virginia law considers self-inducing an abortion a Class 4 felony, carrying a jail sentence of no less than two years and no more than 10, along with a fine of up to $100,000.
Virginia is one of the states on the front lines of the anti-abortion movement, passing laws in recent years to require women undergo a medically unnecessary ultrasound before having an abortion and implementing targeted regulations designed to force every last clinic in the state to shut down.
It’s not clear whether these policies affected Carpenter’s situation, but many pro-choice activists believe the prevalence of homespun herbal abortions will increase as women lose access to clinics that perform safe, medically supervised abortions and dispense clinically pure drugs that cause miscarriage.”
Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat. —
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
And being a fat woman means you are afraid of meeting a serial killer and someone who is afraid of meeting someone with your body. The intersections of sexism and fat phobia.
So I’m a 31 year old vaguely human person who is of the correct age to have run almost the entire gamut of the social internet. I remember when the internet was local BBS boards my friend Toni and I used to sneak down into her basement to “log on” to at night, covering the dial up modem with a pillow so her parents wouldn’t wake up. The internet has always appealed to me because it’s an interactive void, and I naturally gravitate toward “social” places on it that are void-like. Shit comes and goes, and that’s part of the appeal. I follow and am followed here by people who have been my friends strictly on the internet since I was 15 (in spite of my horrible teenage poetry, aw, guyssss).
Not only am I a tumblr user, I am also a former Geocities user (ruined by Yahoo), former WebRing user (ruined by Yahoo), former del.icio.us user (ruined by Yahoo) and former Flickr user (ruined by Yahoo). Maybe I’m missing some. Anyone else remember yet ANOTHER service that, once sold to Yahoo for an outrageously stupid amount of money by (a) savvy young web developer(s), fell to complete neglect, disrepair, waste, and black hole ad space?
I didn’t stop using any of those sites because of some anti-capitalist, post-hardcore DIY anti-establishment fury. I didn’t stop using any of those sites because crotchety old Yahoo was robbing me of my cool. I stopped using them because soon after Yahoo acquired them they quickly became barren, soulless wastelands of suck.
I keep reading these articles talking about how the ‘average tumblr user’ only knows Yahoo from their parents, and so will be “resistant” to what they perceive as uncool grown up shit? Missing the point as usual, the issue with Yahoo isn’t that it’s “outdated” or “uncool” (two things it certainly is, but)— most old timey internet companies own a bunch of shit you have no idea they own.
The issue with Yahoo is that it seems to follow this surreal script of self immolation where it throws ridiculous amounts of money at “hip internet,” brands it immediately and intensely, and then has no idea what to do with it. Things start breaking, content starts disappearing and/or being censored oddly and somewhat indiscriminately, and social communities are decimated. Users disconnect from one another and then naturally drift away from the site. Before you know it little tumbleweeds of data are rolling by the waybackmachine archive of the abandoned BLOODYICECREAMGRRRL WebRing and a spacer gif of a dancing Dominos Pizza Dot on SunsetStrip/9270. Yahoo is unintentionally like the Jack Kevorkian of Internet, they buy shit on it’s way out and then ensure it’s quick, boring death. It won’t happen over night, but it’s highly likely to happen. There is virtually nothing in Yahoo’s past to suggest any other outcome. But!
Again, the appeal of the internet has always been that legitimately better spaces will crop up to fill the gaps. Whatever that space ends up being, I hope I find a few of you guys there. In the meantime, look forward to the veritable cornucopia of memes the buy out will birth before the yahoo account log-in requirement crops up.
And it will. Ohhhhh, it will.
I wanted to smoke Gauloises, drink black coffee and talk about absurdity and maquillage with wicked women and doomed young men… I wasn’t interested in happiness, I was looking for the Holy Grail. — Marianne Faithfull (via modestyblaises)
(Source: ce-petit-tresor, via leprintemps)
‘stop being overdramatic’ they say
‘i dont know what you mean’ i say as i descend from the ceiling, surrounded by mist