So, as I was gearing up for my First Talk Ever for FtBCon 3 (which starts today, and my talk is at 8:00CST, and here’s a link just in case you’re interested, and if you can’t catch it then it’ll be on YouTube afterwards and I’m going to shut up now), I noticed something.
Correction, I’ve noticed this thing for forever, and this is finally as good of a time as any to talk about it.
Part of my talk involves pictures of fetal remains. Good thing my stomach has been a churning bowl of sour for nearly two weeks, or I’d be worried about being ill from having to dive into those image searches. Between the ones posed next to coins and pencils and curled up in ways that would be cute if they weren’t dead and probably rotting meat, finding accurate pics was a pain. A gross, bloody, irritating pain.
But I see gross fetal remains pictures every Saturday and frankly, they don’t gross me out. They piss me off. They show me that “we have no other argument, so let’s make you feel sick.”
Or as I like to call it, “Argument from Ew“.
You see this same shit if you scratch a homophobe (not literally, they’re not worth touching). Underneath all of that concern about the children and the sanctity of marriage, you’ll probably find some “Two boys kissing are ewwww” (but let me secretly wank to two women, cuz that’s hot!). Or “people having sex I’ve never heard of are eww!” for anything that isn’t one man, one woman fucking for the making of teh bebbies.
Don’t get too smug, liberals, you do it too. I get a little angry when asshole vegans (rare, thankfully, but still annoying) tries to show me factory farm pics in order to get me to stop eating animal flesh. Yes, I’m aware where hot dogs come from. And that my eggs are chicken menstruations. And that there’s pus in the milk that eventually becomes the dairy products I enjoy (milk in its basic form makes me nauseous). Um, nope, that’s not going to work for the same reasons fetal remains will make me pro-life anytime soon.
And don’t even get me started on anti-vaxxers. Oh noes, vaccines contain ingredients that sound weird. Eww, don’t let them put that gross stuff into your kids, no matter how useful it is if you bothered looking up the “why” and not just the “what”! Ditto with GMO fear and Big Pharma fear (you will take my life-saving meds from my cold dead hands), and so on and so forth.
Maybe it works for some people, but trying to gross me out into changing my mind feels like an insult. Don’t try to convince my stomach that you’re right, appeal to my brain, damnit. That’s what I use to think! I’m grown and we’re not in elementary school.
And now that I’ve gotten that off my brain, time to panic about my upcoming talk! Yay!