Worst Blog Post of the Week

And the winner is: Lisa Wade at the Huffington Post. Her insanely titled post “Knocked Up: Misogynist Dope-Smoking Morons Know That Abortion is Wrong. . . Do You?”

Dr. Wade, I don’t know what the weather is like on your planet, but this is not a conclusion I drew from watching that movie: “Our objection is this: Knocked Up is not just a silly movie, it’s pro-life ideology disguised by dick jokes.” No, you are not reading a quote from The Onion. This is serious.

According to Dr. Wade:

Knocked Up and pro-life activists share the idea that it is always better to raise a child than have an abortion. We learn this from the movie because they (1) associate a pro-abortion stance with unlikable characters (such as the pregnant woman’s mother) and (2) romanticize a man’s choice to be a father after going (way) out of their way to demonstrate that he is a terrible candidate for fatherhood.

I’m left in the ironic position of having to speak on what is 90% a women’s issue to a woman. First, it’s quite obvious from reading this that, Dr. Wade has herself never faced the decision of whether to terminate a pregnancy, or, if she has she faces so much subconscious guilt from it that she sees everything in that frame.

The decision to have a baby is not a political one. I have yet to hear of anyone who said, “Gee, I am going to have an abortion because I’m a liberal, just to demonstrate my politics.” People that find abortion wrong don’t bear the child as a political act either, but as a moral one. If you believe, as I do, that abortion is the correct choice in some circumstances, you do not factor your politics into that decision. You consider your ability to be a parent, your ability to, perhaps, stay with the other parent, your financial means, the health or potential health defects of the child, and you also consider where you are in your life and your personality.

But I don’t think you check your voter registration card. And just because there isn’t anything morally or legally wrong with making that choice doesn’t make it easy. You will live with some guilt for your entire life. Not, necessarily–though for some–because you believe you committed a murder, but because you get a glimpse of a certain future, of you and the other parent and the child having a life together, of being happy, of wathcing the child grow up and go to school, and marry and have its own kids. You lose that vision. You lose it, hopefully, because you know it’s bullshit, and the true vision you are looking at is one of strife and ruin, and, if you’re lucky, just a lot of therapist bills.

Dr. Wade is a sociologist. She should stick to her day job, because she’s dreadfully bad at literary/film criticism. The movie was not about pregnancy–it was the classic tale of a ne’er-do-well getting his shit together, the tale of growing up. The rest was window dressing. Once the decision was made to sketch the story as such, the rest just follows. (How funny is an abortion? The going to the hospital scenes are usually the funniest in any pregnancy movie. Even Seth Rogen is not ready to make aborted fetus humor.)

Seth Rogen is not part of the vast right wing conspiracy. Give me a break. The unlikeable characters were aganst the pregnancy because they represented the judgment that Seth Rogen’s character was a loser incapable of change. The people he had to prove wrong. If we’re supposed to accept the loserdom of all movie characters, then we lose the fantasy of fiction, and movies and literature are pointless. The point is they are not our life.

Dr. Wade probably eats at restaurants that advertise “home cookin’.” Me, personally, I want something I can’t get when I go out. Something different than normal life. Same with my movies.