I finished my chips and left the cafe, and in a shop doorway two doors down was a woman in tears. I asked her what was up and she said a man had just approached her to tell her that abortion is wrong, before moving on. She told me he left her questioning if she was actually a bad person.

He was away down the road, talking to someone else. I asked him what he thought he was playing at, and he instantly got on the defence with “it’s just my opinion!”. I told him I thought his opinion was bullshit, and he needed to mind his own business if he can’t begin to understand the complexities that come with women reaching decisions like that. He said he was sorry, but it didn’t feel sincere. It felt like someone backing down, and not because he made some woman cry, but because he didn’t expect a man of my size to object to his bullshit and call him out on it. Continue reading “A Pro-Lifer in Glasgow’s West End” →