I Will Adopt Your Baby.

The NOT Solution to the End of Roe v Wade.

Too often, adoption is portrayed as a happy-ever-after sort of ending. A poor or unprepared mother makes the brave choice to give up her newborn, a young couple eagerly awaits the arrival of their child-to-be, unwanted babies become adored ones, there are heartwarming reunions years later, or open narratives about the caring sacrifices.

In the summer of 2021, when a radical supreme court struck down fifty years of precedent by overturning Roe v Wade, the pleas were soon followed by memes. These lovely people are so supportive of the new restrictions that THEY will adopt your baby.

I have to wonder. How many babies did these people adopt?

I hope they were simply flooded with hundreds of thousands of emails telling them they are lunatics.

They’re not crazy for wanting to be parents. Lots of people want that. But to think that they are allowed to essentially shame any woman into carrying a baby to term to satisfy their empty nursery? Nope, nope, nopity nope.

I was adopted in 1972 by a well-educated middle class couple in northern Pennsylvania.

I was born a little more than a year earlier. This shit takes time, sometimes. In my case, my seventies-era parents were married, headed for divorce, when my mother…