once upon a more enlightened time...

okay. clearly nobody has ever accused the new york post of being a fair and balanced paper, particularly in its editorial section. This is why i frequently consider it to be a good barometer of how dogged and stubborn i am in my views. if an editorial concerning a subject on which i have an opinion fails to raise my ire, it's either an issue in which i am not interested or one in which i recognize that there are a myriad of valid opinions and i accept them all as valid and correct.

however.

there are also those editorial pieces that get me frothing so verily that it's all i can do to keep from picking up the phone, tracking down the author and giving them a piece of my stubborn, passionate, liberal-arts-educated mind.

i LOVE those pieces.

i stumbled across one today concerning the new revolution in 3-d ultrasounds and how they were causing strife and fear within the ranks of the "pro-abortion" (it's pro-choice, CHOICE! not life, as i erroneously put here earlier in a moment of fog. i am proudly and adamantly PRO-CHOICE. thank you) activists. and it was so unbelievably simplistic, so condescending and so smug, so quick to dismiss all women who choose to have abortions as cruel and murderous, so adamant in its refusal to accept that there are reasons women choose to do it, as there are reasons they choose to do anything. it was rapturously narrow minded, and it got my blood a-boilin'. oh, how the blood boiled.

it was, quite frankly, glorious. because it reminded me that there are things in this world that i care about outside of my immediate sphere, that there are things besides my job and my boy and my music and my friends and family that i mean something significant to me. and sometimes, particularly recently, i've been forgetting that. i've been so wrapped up in my personal dramas that i've forgotten what the flush of righteous anger feels like. i wanted to pick up the phone and call the post, track down that columnist and just tear her a new one for being so narrow-minded.

and then thank her, just a little bit, for dragging me one step closer back to myself