So, the pro-life backlash has begun. I thought I’d be sad, but I’m not. I’m pissed. Post my pics, dig around in my blogs to talk about me being a survivor (like that has a fucking thing to do with what happened that day), and try to dissect the details of my decision to stay alive? Okay motherfuckers. Okay. I’m not going to hide from you, or let you paint me as a villain. Propaganda games over terminology (Correct medical terms are hostile now? Really?) are old hat to me. I’m not a nice girl, and you’re about to see that.