Look, once and for all, let’s settle what happens when you get in bed with factually challenged wingnut lunatics. This happens. I have seldom seen a clusterfuck play out this quickly or intensely, and I watch this kind of stuff like it’s my job.
The apperance of political neutrality is utterly critical for a charity like Komen. Conservative women get breast cancer. Liberal women get breast cancer. Politically ignorant as hell women get breast cancer. From a fundraising perspective, if not from a human-decency perspective, you don’t want to only fish in half the lake. You want to throw your net over the whole damn thing, and taking sides in the abortion debate isn’t just not doing that, it’s setting the net on fire and shooting a hole in your boat.
(And can we just talk for one minute about the entirety of women’s health being defined as their boobs and their babies, wanted and otherwise? I admit to some privilege here, as I’m not at high risk for breast cancer. The things that do risk my health — heart disease, brain tumors, lung ailments of various kinds — aren’t nearly as fun to talk about on the evening news, because you can’t say the word “breast” in relation to them. Not without sound like some kind of masturbating pervert, anyway.)
I am tired of organizations that could be doing enormous good in the lives of others choosing instead to cave to fear and shame, either out of genuine ideological agreement or simple cowardice in the face of ten angry letters from assholes who have no idea what they’re talking about. Look at the cost, people. Just look. I’m a dumb girl who went to state school and I could have told you how this was going to go. Anybody functionally awake in the world in the past 15 years could tell how you this was going to go. LISTEN.