Article courtesy of TheBlaze, by Matt Walsh.
There are two facts about me that are quite evident to anyone who knows me: First, I am a man. Second, I am a man who has developed an opinion about abortion.
I am a man with an opinion about abortion. Even more shocking, I did not consult with the Feminist High Council before formulating my opinions. I did not check the rule book to make sure my man-opinions are within the spectrum of approved perspectives for someone of my anatomical persuasion. I did not fill out the forms requesting permission to publicly voice my unsanctioned beliefs, nor did I review the guidelines to determine the manner and extent to which they can be voiced.
Lord forgive me, I went off on my own and generated a point of view that, it turns out, directly defies the established orthodoxy. And, not satisfied to keep my rogue man-opinions to my man-self, I’ve gotten into the nasty habit of telling people about them. I might have gotten away with my man-thought crimes had I just kept my man-mouth shut, but it’s too late at this point.
Now, every time I mention abortion, I’m reminded by pro-abortion women that I have no right to contribute to the discussion due to my shameful lack of a vagina. “You’re a man,” they observe as they pat themselves on the back for so effectively disproving everything I just said. This is an “argument” I hear probably 97,000 times a year, and one I heard another 1,000 times last week when I gave my thoughts on the historic abortion case now being considered by the Supreme Court.