I really don’t want to get too bogged down in this, because there are just certain subjects that cannot be adequately tackled in a blog post. Whether it’s 200 or 2,000 words, it won’t be enough, so I’m going to keep this brief.
There was a vote in Mississippi to define a fertilized egg as possessing ‘personhood.’ The bill failed. Shucks.
It is quite a compelling argument to claim that personhood begins at fertilization. Putting aside the fact that this law would ban abortion (at any stage), many birth control methods and quite possibly in-vitro fertilization, I think this raises some more pressing questions.
If full personhood begins at conception and not birth:
Should the consumption of alcohol be legal at 20?
Should the voting age be dropped to 17? And the age of consent to 15 (in most states)?
Could 24-year-olds rent cars?
Will 64-year-olds get Medicare? (An ironic quandary, considering Republicans are trying to raise the age to 67.)
Shouldn’t we be celebrating Conceptiondays, not Birthdays?
If you think about it, if personhood begins when Mr. Sperm and Ms. Egg first meet, isn’t birth just an arbitrary day in all of our lives? Certainly, all the mothers I know tell me that the day their child was born was just like any other boring day in their life. Nothing special. It was the night they screwed to conceive that baby that they felt their life truly change.
Alas, the bill didn’t pass, so for now we won’t have to tangle with these tough questions.
But don’t worry, I’m sure some other state will try this again.
I’ll leave you with this totally sane and wonderfully logical
ranting teaching from that great thinker, Pat Robertson: