Slut of the Town

So I'm sitting in the soc/anth/women's studies lounge as I do most days... working on a take home exam, doing some readings and just generally being happy to be away from my apartment for a few hours. This place is a home to me; there are a lot of days when my entire day is spent here, meals and all. I like it because it's quiet enough to get work done, but I don't feel completely isolated because there are usually people floating in and out all day. Today there is a group of girls that I don't know or recognize. They don't know I'm writing about them as they sit 10 feet away from me. Times like this, I identify with Harriet the Spy... I'm in the world, but not of it. Quietly watching, taking down interesting bits of conversation and thinking about the state of humanity.
At least one of them is writing a paper about abortion for a philosophy class. (I recognized the topic as being from a second year course which is a lot harder than I thought it would be.) It's hard to weave in personal opinions and hardcore values to this course and do well. One of their arguments astounded me. They believed abortion was fine under the circumstances of rape, abuse and if the woman had been using protection. Only if she'd been using protection. If she had been using protection. Oh dear. Where to begin?
-why is it only the woman's responsibility? I believe there was a male there, too if an abortion is required.
-How the hell are you going to prove that she was or wasn't using protection?
-why does it matter? Get the fuck out of her bedroom.
-they said it wouldn't be ok to have an abortion if she'd been "the town slut". Again, shut up and get the fuck out of her bedroom. Why does the number of sexual partners matter when it comes to abortion? The results are the same...an unwanted embryo.
-I'd think that someone with such a conservative stance on abortion would say the slutty mother doesn't deserve to have that embryo in her. That there is no possible way that kid could be raised properly... that people who have multiple partners shouldn't by any means raise children.
ok, enough people watching. I'd have loved to jumped into that conversation full force, but it would have been rude (whereas posting it online is clearly not) and I wouldn't have heard the entire thing.

I'm still alive. (Not that anyone cares.*)

I'm procrastinating again. It's the end of semester and I don't want to leave this lovely province. This happens every year. I cling to the papers on my desk and the pen in my hand in an attempt to prolong the inevitable: going home. I stay until they kick me out and return home, kicking and screaming. Sometimes I feel guilty about my reluctance to leave home and start a job I hate. Guilty because I know I should be greatful for the opportunity to have a job and make enough money to pay off a fraction of my tuition. Guilty because I hate it so much for the 4 months I'm there. It's not even that I hate working... it's an ok job, but I miss school and reading and writing and class like it's never going to happen again. I get physically homesick for school. It's where I belong. If it were possible, I'd just extend my student status until the end of time...minus the debt.

Completely off-topic, but it occured to me that I never even really got started on the sex education series where I looked at different materials for children. Summer project? Ok sweet. And after I finish my paper on the social/historical construction of menstrual/"feminine hygiene" products for pop-culture class, I'll post that, too.
*Big Bang Theory reference.