Cara

From here-

— From When A Country Without Abortion Tells Women To Not Get Pregnant, a piece responding to the Zika virus in Latin America and the Caribbean. 

(via genhealth)

I’m flipping through channels on a quiet Wednesday evening. My child is sleeping and my partner is reading and I am searching for a way to shut off my brain and turn on my lazy. Of course, in my search for good old-fashioned trash television, I’m viewing a series of seemingly unending ads.

I see an ad for cheeseburgers. A woman’s breasts are being used to sell a double-stacked mound of beef, dripping with condiments and garnished with over-fried sides.

I see three separate ads on three separate channels for products used to treat erectile dysfunction. A couple sitting in bathtubs, holding hands. A man and a woman smile at one another, not-so-subtle implications flying all over the place.

I see an ad for breast augmentation at a local surgical clinic. I can make my body that much more desirable if I only give them a call and shell out a few thousand dollars.

There’s an ad for depression medication and an ad for the newest line of mascara and another two ads for hair dye.

And while I am attempting to relax and turn my brain off, instead it shifts into overdrive. Why is it that I never see an ad for abortion services?