I received another comment today about my post titled The Pennysaver ad. Someone who posted anonymously wanted to know why I shun adoption and give it a bad reputation.
"This is the kind of post that perpetuates the ignorance of adoption. Advertisements are just one way that women who do not have the resources to care for their loved child can connect with a waiting family who can provide for them. There are many reasons for a woman to make an adoption plan besides unexpected pregnancy. Unless you have gone through it, it is not something you should publicly shun."
When I looked at my site statistics, it turns out the writer came across my site through Google by typing in "pennysaver adoption ad." I don't know where the person is from, but I'm going to assume that the Pennysaver is only published in the United States. Which just gets right to the point of my original blog entry.
Under no circumstances am I against adoption. It is an option available for people who feel that it is necessary. However, a country should provide enough of a support system for its people where someone considering adoption isn't left fending for herself. Doctors and counselors should be available to discuss every possible option, and a person shouldn't have to worry about who is going to pay for it, whether it is legal, or whether your parents will find out what has happened against your will.
Showing posts with label Pennysaver. Show all posts
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Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
The Pennysaver ad
“PREGNANT? Consider adoption. YOU choose your baby’s family!” an ad screamed at me from a Pennysaver I was browsing today.
Someone recently handed me the cheap brochure of area classifieds hoping I would read a local column tucked in somewhere between listings of lost pets and hernia repairs. I could read about the National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month (March, apparently) and “How To Get The Job Done!” with a GC2310 Tractor/Loader/Backhoe for only $299 per month, if you use a certain type of financing and ask the dealer for details.
Lots of weird items jumped out at me, but the pregnant ad takes the cake.
Who would respond to such an ad? In the Pennysaver? And what does it say about the American society that ads like these exist? Is it possible that this is the only way out for some people, who don’t know anything about birth control and “accidentally” have a baby without really knowing how it happened or what to do?
The ad makes it seem like this is such a wonderful option, an easy one. This is what it should have said: “Don’t want to dump your baby in the wastebasket after it’s born? Now you don’t have to. You can pass it over to someone who might care! And you get a picture sent home from their birthday party, without having to worry about making the cake or addressing the invitations. Piece of cake, really.”
Scary, really scary.
Someone recently handed me the cheap brochure of area classifieds hoping I would read a local column tucked in somewhere between listings of lost pets and hernia repairs. I could read about the National Colorectal Cancer Awareness Month (March, apparently) and “How To Get The Job Done!” with a GC2310 Tractor/Loader/Backhoe for only $299 per month, if you use a certain type of financing and ask the dealer for details.
Lots of weird items jumped out at me, but the pregnant ad takes the cake.
Who would respond to such an ad? In the Pennysaver? And what does it say about the American society that ads like these exist? Is it possible that this is the only way out for some people, who don’t know anything about birth control and “accidentally” have a baby without really knowing how it happened or what to do?
The ad makes it seem like this is such a wonderful option, an easy one. This is what it should have said: “Don’t want to dump your baby in the wastebasket after it’s born? Now you don’t have to. You can pass it over to someone who might care! And you get a picture sent home from their birthday party, without having to worry about making the cake or addressing the invitations. Piece of cake, really.”
Scary, really scary.
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