I know you have just been raped. If you tell your mother, she will probably make you keep the baby. If your dad finds out, he may not wait for the police to find him. Or they may both be understanding. Either way your virginity has been stolen one night after a party by some sleeze ball who thought you were cute, got your too drunk and took advantage of you. He's not completely to blame, you could have drank less, you could have made better choices, but you sure as hell never said yes. I know, it hurts but now you're pregnant. You made a bad choice and you will have to forever live with the consequences of your actions...even if they weren't quite your fault. You will have to be reminded daily about your rape because you may never know where your baby got those eyes. But don't worry, you can name your kid after the cute guy in our chem class as a constant reminder of how much fun we had as lab partners. See, you can turn a really lemon situation into lemonade.
Your friend,
Sharron Angle
I recently read an article by San Stein on HuffingtonPost titled "Sharron Angle's Advice For Rape Victims Considering Abortion: Lemons Into Lemonade." If that title doesn't grab your attention I don't know what does. Rape, abortion, and an anecdotal children's tale all the in same title/ if this was Starship Troopers your screen would have started typing and talking at you to ask if "you want to know more." If Starship Troopers was real, I would have clicked "Yes." In reality I simply opened the article/.
The article summed up an interview with Republican Senate Candidate Sharron Angle from
"Stock: What do you say then to a young girl, I am going to place it as he said it, when a young girl is raped by her father, let's say, and she is pregnant. How do you explain this to her in terms of wanting her to go through the process of having the baby?
Angle: I think that two wrongs don't make a right. And I have been in the situation of counseling young girls, not 13 but 15, who have had very at risk, difficult pregnancies. And my counsel was to look for some alternatives, which they did. And they found that they had made what was really a lemon situation into lemonade...So it is meaningful to me to err on the side of life." (HuffingtonPost)
Asking a child to turns lemons into lemonade after they have been violently raped by an incestuous psychopath, seems a bit inconsiderate. It seems a bit more selfish to ask a child to only think about the possible baby inside them and not about the fact that they have been abused, assaulted, and violated and it has happened to them by their own flesh and blood. Let's keep going...what about the girl on the street, who was asking for a ride, because it was a little too cold and a little too far to walk, she got picked up, he started to take her home but turned a different way, he took her to a park, beat her with the blunt end of the tire iron so she couldn't move, he took advantage of her, raped her, and left for dead. She was found by joggers the next morning, she lived and she is now pregnant. What if we asked her to turn her lemony situation into lemonade"
Let's take it to the more common level...what about the girl at the bar, who drank a little too much, went home with a friend of a friend, was having a good time, until that guy held her down for a little too long, she felt a little bit uncomfortable, she didn't want to sleep with him, but he forced himself upon her. Now she's been violated she’s pregnant by her assailant...maybe she can make lemonade popsicles.
Dear Sharron Angle,
I thank you for your letter in this difficult time. I told my mom, she said was raped and asked me to keep the baby. My dad found out and bought a gun. My parents are trying to help me through it but I'm really sad that I lost "it" to this guy in this way. I guess I probably should have drank less that night. Well, now I'm pregnant. School is getting tough. Every familiar face is a horrific reminder of that night. I can't sleep and when I do I have nightmares. My grades are suffering. My teachers don't understand. The guys who live down the hall started talking about me the other day. I can't take it anymore. I am going to get through this. I am going to tell my teachers what happened. Maybe I can pick up my grades and finish school with honors. I'll tell the guys down the hall the truth about that night. If only you understood, I am not okay with what happened and now I am choosing to have an abortion. See, there are more ingredients in lemonade than just lemons.
With no regret,
Society
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