I like to consider myself a refugee from the South. I was once surrounded by a lot of ideas and prejudices that I didn’t like, so I went far far away and sealed myself in a bubble of reason and creativity. I like my bubble. It’s full of artists and free thinkers. Makers and doers. My bubble has no TV, but really fast internet. My bubble has an ass groove that Homer Simpson would envy. Unfortunately it’s not impenetrable to all exterior influences and every once in a while some terrible truth about the outside world pierces its bubbly walls.
One such truth, ugly as they come, is that the Virginia House of Delegates passed a bill that defines personhood as beginning at conception. Although not banning abortion outright, it would mean that if a pregnant woman was attacked and she lost the fetus as a result then the offending party could be prosecuted for manslaughter. It then becomes a matter of constricting the regulations on what constitutes a legitimate abortion, until doctors, nurses and patients can be prosecuted for the slightest misstep.
When I learn about these things I begin to panic. Very viscerally panic. I start thinking about how quickly I could pack my bags and board a boat. I start climbing the walls and yelling at my house mates like a nutter. Then my fiancée makes me some tea . Then I go to the Mad Art Lab back channel. Then I see that everyone else in my bubble is on my side, and we’re all in it together. Then Steve D says something mind blowing and I make a tasteless joke.
Then this happens…
Then Everything is okay again.