Aug 28 2013
This is a rare confession for a girl of the policy wonk persuasion but I have liked Mark Ruffalo ever since 13 Going On 30. Someone told me once I look like Jennifer Garner (not true) however, this allowed me to dream about a world where Mark Ruffalo and I get married and live in a very pretty house, somewhere, I believe, just outside New York City, see above.
I have a mother who was forced to illegally have an abortion in her state where abortion was illegal when she was a very young woman. It cost $600 cash. It was a traumatizing thing for her. It was shameful and sleazy and demeaning. When I heard the story I was aghast by the lowliness of a society that would make a woman do that. I could not understand its lack of humanity; today is no different.
Abortion, legal, illegal, is typically degrading and demeaning to women. (Broad strokes here, you always have a minority who claim it was the best thing ever and end up working for NARAL.) I know I can’t expect much from Hollywood, but I am sad about this one, for sure. It just may be that Mark and I can’t get married after all.
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