School of Knocked Up

Her name was withheld, so I can't send a proper thank-you to the woman who e-mailed The Corner yesterday about her refusal to buy into the "have the baby or go to college" non-dilemma.

I'd thought about posting something along these lines last month, when Dawn Eden of The Dawn Patrol pointed me to this tired post by an abortionist regarding a "beautiful, smart, articulate" client:

the turmoil she described upon finding herself pregnant cannot be imagined because it went to the core of her own being, her identity. eventually she concluded that abortion was her best choice to maintain her college scholarship, her life goals.

Cue the sound effect of one hand clapping.

I've been to college. I've taught at a college. I have a good friend who dropped out of college (no, not Michael Moore). Half of the English majors I went to college with have had to eat the other half to survive. My wife is still in college, and we're all pretty sure her Ph.D. will, at best, land her a pity interview at the prestigious firm of Jack Squat.

So why is it that, when it comes down to what is literally a life-or-death situation, two to four years at Any Community College trumps all? Where's the counselor who says, "You want to major in history? Girl, you'd be better off having the baby and going on welfare!"