Oh, the parties. The tea parties, the bridge parties, the dinner parties, the birthday parties. All eventually come to an end. Guests rise from their seats, say their warm good nights and go home. Unless, of course, someone utters those three little words: “Roe V. Wade.”
At that point, all hell is apt to break loose. Woe betide the hostess who thought her party was over and she could go to bed. But after those highly charged words, the party begins again. And with no end in sight.
I’m reminded of an old advertisement slogan: “Nobody doesn’t like SaraLee.” With regard to “Roe v. Wade,” nobody doesn’t have an opinion and everyone is more than happy to share.
The ensuing conversation will ultimately go nowhere. We know that from the get-go but our two cents worth will be heard. Over and over again if necessary.
We obviously should have left the party when the going was good. Before we wore out our welcome. Before the storm clouds descended. But Roe is a big issue and we honor it by discussing it and voicing our opinions, different though they may be. So, bravo for us. Our freedom of speech isn’t on the chopping block. Yet.
And no, the irony of sending this on mother’s day isn’t lost on me. Very simply, as most of us know, when we choose to have children, every day is mother’s day.
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