I don't know what made me watch this, since the everyone-talk-over-everyone-else format irritates me, but I did. Another yeoman performance from Lila Rose and I almost felt sorry for NARRAL president Ilyse Hogue; the facts of the matter simply don't permit her to ever answer a question straight-up or without repeating a lie. While it's a worthwhile conversation in itself, posting for Hogue's answer to Gingrich's question at the very end (about 19:55). He asks whether there's any restriction on abortion at all she'd allow. She says of course, abortion is restricted all the time (which is false; NARRAL won't advocate for any restriction at all). Gingrich calls her on it by asking her to name one restriction she'd support and she says, "But I'm not a medical professional....and (paraphrasing) and we're saying let the medical professionals make the call."
So: not women? You're not arguing about women being empowered to make their own decisions, it's about women helplessly throwing themselves under the "protection" of doctors who make their livings from abortion?
The sexual libertine "I do what I want" and don't care how it affects others I at least get. Don't find it morally acceptable, but I can wrap my mind around it, imagine myself thinking it. What I've never been able to understand is why people who style themselves feminists and want (presumably sincerely) to help women insist on enfeebling them so. I'm not belittling the genuine suffering and hardship of pregnancy and how wrenching it must be to give a child up for adoption, but what is empowering, ennobling or freeing about insisting that a woman's life will be ruined by a pregnancy?
People interrupt their plans because of unexpected troubles all the time: a broken leg makes you lose your athletic scholarship; your dad's cancer makes you have to run the family business for a year or two instead of going to grad school right away; you get cancer and can't hold down a job; your parents unexpectedly divorce and send you into a tailspin of depression so you bomb out of college; you're unexpectedly fired; you turn out not to be as good at your chosen profession as you'd hoped. Etc, etc.
In any of these cases, your friends and family and society at large tell you you're tough and you'll get through it and it's just a bump in the road. And it IS. In fact, characters are made precisely in overcoming such obstacles. Why is unplanned pregnancy sold to women as the sole insuperable problem that will ruin your life and for which your committing an act of violence against another and against your own psyche is the only response? Where is the sisterhood in that?