Josh is the first person I turn to when I want to talk about any question related to theology, philosophy, or ethics. Josh shares my values, is somewhere between much smarter to infinitely more intelligent than me depending upon the day, and has a distinctly different education than mine. Josh also tends to zig traditionalist where I zag feminist, and can be counted on to be annoyingly “good” when I am rebellious.
But there is one issue that I cannot discuss with him. In the past we could talk about it, but then he realized something a few years ago, and ever since then his eyes glaze over in boredom and I can tell that there is no way to get him to pay attention to what he considers to be such a ridiculous non-issue.
That topic is, of course, all questions surrounding the supposed abortifacient properties of the pill. One day I was saying something or other to Josh about it, and he stopped me mid-ramble. What I was saying referenced the fact that no half-way reasonable source suggests that the absolute chance of miscarriage is higher for women on the pill, it is simply a question of whether the relative risk is higher per ovulation. Josh clarified the facts behind this (you can look up the numbers for yourself if you care to do so) and that is where I lost him.
Josh believes that it is absurd to call something an abortifacient unless it raises the absolute risk of miscarriage (or spontaneous abortion, if you insist on the term). I delight in the nuances of bioethics and like to torture myself by thinking about things such as a potential duty to avoid pregnancy when one is overweight. But while Josh is by far the most conscientious man I know, he does not enjoy wasting his time with stupid questions. He will talk with me for hours about when it is and is not permissible to prophylacticly treat menstrual or ovulatory cramps with NSAIDs (because there is evidence that NSAIDs actually increase the absolute rate of miscarriages and birth defects), but he simply can’t be made to care about these sorts of arguments over the pill.
And this is why I find myself in ridiculous discussions online. You see, I simply can’t stand it when Josh won’t talk to me, and thus I am driven to bash my head against a stone wall. You can’t blame me, can you?
- I am thankful 1/20/13
- I Don’t Trust the Pro-life Movement