Feature: Every Sperm is Sacred

Nexus | 

...if you said one of two people have to die, one is a chartered accountant and one works at Pak ‘n Save, is their status in society any basis for choosing which one would have to die?

 

Nexus interviewed Prolife Waikato to find out whether abortion is killing children and whether a chattered accountant is an equivalent to a fetus.

 

First, some simple questions. When does life begin and why do you believe this?

Well, I think that life begins at conception and the reason I believe that is basically just a matter of logic. A lot of the arguments against it, for example, level of development and the environment that the entity in the womb is in, all centre around what changes between pregnancy and birth. I don’t think anything changes, for example, you know, it’s not like you’re born and then you suddenly stop developing — you’re always aging, you’re always growing. So there’s not really any point where you can actually say, well, this level of development or this level of development is where you say this person is now a human being. It seems to start right from the beginning. And they all pretty much centre around the same point.

One of the ones is viability. People will say, oh well, you know, “A fetus isn’t viable outside of the womb”, and we say, well some people that have horrific accidents and depend on, you know, wheeling around machines with them to live, they’re not viable either, but they’re still human beings.

 

So, a lot of people usually assume that would be religious beliefs, is that not the case?

Well, no, it’s not really. I’m a religious person, but the logic behind it I don’t think is. I know a lot of people who are in the movement that are not religious at all — atheists, agnostics, and, you know, even people from lots of different religions. They all basically agree the same thing — the same reasons for why life starts at conception.

 

Is a fetus of the same value as the woman carrying it?

Would you say that any one human being is worth more than another? I mean, most of the stuff here centres around if you can agree on whether or not the entity within the womb is a human being or not, and if it is, then you can’t place the value of one human being above another.

 

A lot of people would argue that a grown woman with relationships and a fully developed brain and body would be of more value than a fetus.

I suppose I can see how people would come to that. I don’t necessarily agree. For a rough example, off the top of my head, if you said one of two people have to die, one is a chattered accountant and one works at Pak ‘n Save, is their status in society any basis for choosing which one would have to die?

 

I guess the argument would be that there is a much greater difference in the instance between a fetus and a fully developed human being.

Yeah, I guess the point I was driving at was that where would you draw that line? It’s a continuum, there’s no set point where suddenly that should become, “Oh yeah this is enough; this is okay, to value one human life over another.”

 

Around 20% of pregnancies end in miscarriage and usually around the same time an abortion would take place. Are miscarriages also killing children?

No, it doesn’t. Obviously in both cases, children die, but in the case of a miscarriage, it’s death by natural cause — whereas in the case of an abortion, you’re actively killing what is there. So, if you take it as “that is a human being”, then it’s effectively murder.

 

So do you think that people who have abortions are on par with a common murderer in today’s society?

Absolutely not. I think that the abortionists need to have a good, hard look at themselves in the mirror — they’re the ones that are actually doing it. I definitely support any woman who finds herself in a crisis pregnancy, it’s got to be an amazingly difficult situation, and I don’t think the society we’re living in at the moment particularly gives them the support they actually deserve.

 

Yeah. The World Health Organisation estimates that 20 million unsafe abortions are performed annually, with 68,000 deaths and millions more women injured.

There is little evidence that highly restrictive abortion laws lower abortion rates, so why not just make them legal so fewer women will die?

I guess again, that sort of comes round to the, can you justify… This is definitely a hard question. Actually no, first of all, I’ll start off with the case — have you ever heard of Kermit Gosnell?

 

No.

He was an abortionist in Philadelphia. This was a state where abortion was perfectly legal — he had a legal clinic. This wasn’t some sort of dodgy backstreet organisation. He has been convicted of the murder of three children who were born during attempted abortions. I won’t go into the details of what people found when they raided his clinic because it’s quite graphic and absolutely disgusting. But the point is, that can happen in a state where abortion is perfectly legal, it’s accepted, it’s the norm. So I don’t know if that says that just making it safe, making it legally okay, does make it safe.

 

Because I read that it is one of the safest medical procedures performed in the world — actually safer than childbirth, and these deaths — 68,000 deaths, 97% of them are actually occurring in undeveloped countries where abortions are often illegal on request.

While it may be illegal, I don’t know if you can attribute it just to the fact that it is illegal in those countries. If they’re underdeveloped countries, they’re also going to have poorer medical care, poorer equipment, and probably less well-trained medical staff. So, you know, it’s a pretty big jump, I think, to just pin it on it’s illegal in these countries therefore it’s causing deaths.

 

So if abortions are unethical, does that make birth control unethical?

Birth control is actually not something we as a club are interested in. I mean some people think that birth control is bad. We’ve also had some Prolife New Zealand members arguing for handing out condoms at clubs’ days and things. It’s not directly related to the issue. I suppose what is important for us is that people recognise that sex is the biological act of reproduction and if people want to have sex then they need to at least be responsible for themselves and their actions, like use protection, and you need to understand that if that falls through — they need to understand that you are sort of gambling a bit with the fact that you may create this human life if things don’t go the way you want them to.

 

What about recreational sex?

We’re not for or against. We’re just for people being more responsible I guess.

 

Your club is also against voluntary euthanasia, stating that it is unethical to willingly end your life. If life is unbearable, why can’t a terminally ill person choose to end their life?

Again, it sort of comes back to the whole, you know, “if it’s killing, it’s murder” kind of thing, and also there’s the slippery slope argument — they’re two different issues. One of course, is to say, if killing any human being is a bad thing, then killing yourself must be a bad thing, regardless of the state of your life, and that’s not to say these people don’t have troubles because I know they really do have some really horrific cases sometimes. But the other problem with this discussion is the slippery slope that people bring up time and time again. So if you look at the Netherlands, they started out with euthanasia, or assisted suicide, in cases of the terminally ill, and that’s gone from euthanasia in cases of the chronically ill and then to euthanasia in the cases of the physically ill, to the point now where people are being euthanised just because it’s a slightly more convenient legal solution for mental illness. A recent study by the Dutch Government has concluded that more than 1 in a 1000 cases of euthanasia, have actually been the doctor actively causing or hastening the death without the patient’s consent. I suppose that probably doesn’t answer your original question.

 

No, it’s close. It’s interesting.

 

Last question, or final statement. Any final words you want to give to Nexus readers?

I guess the most important thing is we seem to get a lot of flack for being sort of anti-women, sort of women-hating and all that, too controlling and things. I want to reaffirm that the reasoning is the exact opposite. We do what we do because we care about women, we want women to be safe, and we also want people to be as best informed as possible before they make their choices.

Aunty Slut: Queefing Is Sexy

Queefs mean you’re really enjoying yourself — and there is nothing sexier than a woman who is totally in touch with her inner sexy beast.

 

Dear Aunty Slut,

I’m having lots of amazing sex at the moment, but please — how can I stop queefing? I never used to but with my new guy it happens all the time. What gives?

Red Faced

Dear Red Faced,

Queefing is really no big deal. A queef, also known as a fanny fart or vart, happens when air is pushed out of your vagina. It usually happens when you’re having mind blowingly amazing sex, because air gets into your vagina when you’re really, really turned on. So don’t be embarrassed! Your guy should take it as a compliment of the highest order.

 

Queefing is a completely natural, normal thing. I know it sounds like a fart and that farting in front of your partner can be really embarrassing, but there are no waste gases involved — it’s all bark and no (smelly) bite, I promise. And hey, if you’re comfortable enough to fuck someone, you should be comfortable enough to be able to laugh off a queef. Hell, you should be comfortable enough to laugh off an actual fart if you’re letting someone have sex with the awesomeness that is you! (Women are people too, so yes lads, we do fart.)

 

Queefs can happen in any position, but are most likely when your man is really deep inside you (like doggy style), or if you’re switching positions often. It can also happen when you come really hard and all of your vaginal muscles clench down. There’s no secret to avoiding queefing though, so if you want the mind blowing sex, you’re going to have to learn to deal. Besides, I’ve heard that the bubbly feeling actually feels quite nice as it rushes over a cock, so I reckon just own it. Queefs mean you’re really enjoying yourself — and there is nothing sexier than a woman who is totally in touch with her inner sexy beast.

 

Some dudes can be really immature about queefs — probably because they find regular farts so hilarious (I do too, tbh). But because guys don’t have an awesome, amazing vagina like we do, they can’t queef, so it freaks them out. Or maybe they’re just jealous. I can totally see a bunch of guys sitting around trying to out-do each other’s queefs on a lazy Thursday night. Regardless, if your man isn’t man enough to handle a queef or two then he doesn’t deserve to touch you on the vagina.

 

I find that laughing is the best way to deal with an unwelcome vaginal symphony — have a giggle then get right back to it. Because if you try to ignore it, things are just going to get weird.

 

Never apologise for your queefs Red Faced — embrace them! They’re awesome and so are you!

 

Love, Aunty Slut

Single Life: Dating for Dummies

Emma Nygard | 

If you give head on the first date — tell him! It’s not prostitution if he’s just paying for dinner.

 

So I’ve never actually been on a deliberate date — despite writing in to Nexus multiple times last year, begging to do the Blind Date (groceries only lasted me three days and a free meal would have really come in handy, thanks).

In year twelve, however, I did go with one of my guy mates to see Thor or some other equally boring and predictable superhero movie (sorry not sorry). I didn’t at the time, and still to this day, don’t consider it a date. But the fact he tried to awkwardly stick his hand down my circulation stopping-ly tight skinny jeans means it’s the closest thing I’ve got.

Now, I know I am no expert, but I do fantasise frequently about the perfect date a young Leonardo DiCaprio would take me on and it does not include an attempted finger bang. Rather some version of Titanic where I am the breathlessly beautiful rich girl and he is still Jack Dawson — oh and the boat doesn’t sink.

But as a dateless spinster with a vivid imagination, instead I can only try help other people be more lucky in love with the dos and don’ts.

No, I’ve never been on a date but my flatmate went on one just the other day and that totally equips me with the right kind of information to form some kind of advice

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  1. Banter! There’s a reason every single blind date write up involves the quote “conversation flowed” — because it’s fucking important. If you’ve been blessed with good looks, you’ve probably relied on your pretty face and haven’t built up very good conversational skills (we can’t all be perfect) so I recommend bringing conversation cards along.  
  2. The only thing that should be flowing more than that convo is the alcohol. Get drunk, you’ll go from a three to an eight real quick.
  3. Stalk him on Facebook so you can feign interest in all that mundane crap he likes. Like sport or hentai or that game they play on the village green at cultural hour on a Wednesday.
  4. Be honest! If you give head on the first date — tell him! It’s not prostitution if he’s just paying for dinner.
  5. If things don’t work out with him ask him at the end of the date whether he has any better/cuter friends — he probably does.

 

Yeah, so if anybody is keen on taking me on a date, I like Mexican food and movies that play at Lido Cinema, hit me up at: IPromiseI’mNotAsDesperateAsISound@gmail.com.

She’s Abroad: The Passport Predicament

Losing your passport is a whole new ballgame… you just can’t do it.

 

Like most people (or at least that’s what I tell myself), I sometimes lose things while I’m out in town. Ten dollars falls out of my shoe, or the bracelet I was wearing magically disappears. I wake up with a new crack in my phone (or no phone at all).

At my home uni I would usually get a call around noon on Sunday, “Hello Rebecca? We have your school ID and license here at Jimmy T’s.” This was never a big deal to me. Things are just things, and there aren’t many material items that I truly feel are irreplaceable.

 

I haven’t been able to carry my license with me since being in New Zealand because, for some reason, American licenses aren’t accepted here at bars and restaurants. I thought about getting an 18+ card, but you can’t get one unless someone can vouch for you who has known you for over two years. Not one person in this entire country has known me for even six months yet, which leaves me (and many other international students) having to take a passport out drinking. NOT COOL. Losing your passport is a whole new ballgame… you just can’t do it. Replacing it would be an absolute bitch, and I’d probably end up being not able to leave New Zealand for a solid month or so.

 

On the one hand, it’s super cool that the drinking age in New Zealand is only 18. I probably shouldn’t be complaining at all seeing as carrying around my passport is a lot easier than finding a decent fake in New York. But once you do find a fake (if you’re into that sort of thing) it doesn’t matter if you lose it. It’s smaller, and eventually has to be destroyed anyway, whereas a passport has to be guarded all night. You can’t allow yourself to get sloppy-drunk while carrying a passport. You can’t really allow yourself to get sloppy-drunk here anyway though because, incase you didn’t know, bars legitimately don’t let you in if you’re already drunk.

Regardless, carrying around a document that dictates whether you can go back to your home country or not is slightly terrifying. I do not dig the fact that my American license isn’t credited here as proof enough that I am 18. I think it’s a silly rule and should be revoked ASAP.

 

Rebecca Pollard

Cookies

Zac Lyon | 

Welcome along to yet another Monday morning, as we struggle to keep our eyes open, walk to uni without developing hypothermia, and do our best to avoid THAT person — everyone has THAT person.

Unless you have been living under a very well insulated rock, you’d have noticed how the weather is getting looser and temps are dropping. I’m going to kill two birds with one stone today, and give you a recipe and a well-documented tip to keep your house toasty warm this winter. First, we have chocolate chip cookies. The chewy variety. Nothing warms the soul more than some freshly baked cookies with a hot chocolate. Cookie baking leads into my warming tip for the winter. Turn your oven on and open the door for fujitsu style home heating. Not only do you skip the costly set up fees from a heat pump, but how many heat pumps do you know that bake cookies?

Ingredients

2 1/4 cups flour

1 tsp baking soda

1 cup butter (225g)

1/2 cup caster sugar

1 cup brown sugar

1 tsp salt

2 tsp vanilla

2 large eggs

2 cups chocolate chips (or fruit, white chocolate, etc)

Method

  1. Cream butter, adding eggs one at a time. Then add in caster sugar and brown sugar. Should have a nice fluffy mixture.
  2. Add in vanilla, salt, flour, and baking soda. Mix until you have a thick cookie dough. You can sample the mixture at this point.
  3. Finally, mix through the chocolate chips. Add in nuts, fruit, or a combination of both if you like.
  4. Grab about a tablespoon worth of the dough, and roll into a ball. Lightly press down onto a baking tray. They will spread out when baking.
  5. Bake at 170C for 10 mins. The outside edges of the cookie should be nicely browned, with the cookie still soft in the middle.
  6. Eat in the warmth of your open oven.