Mary insisted that I blog on this snarky pro-life post. The author of the post likes to read Thomas Sowell, and like me, she blogs at Right Wing News.

Excerpt:

4. I have this habit — and I suggest you save time and energy and just go ahead and find it charming — of calling TV shows what they actually are. I got the idea from the movie Snakes on a Plane. I never saw the movie, but I appreciated the directness of the title. I like that it just cuts to the chase and tells you, “Hey, this is about snakes on a plane,” instead of calling it something like Dangerous Altitude, and then you go see it and it’s just snakes on a plane. And you’re like, “Hey, that was just snakes on a plane!”

So I took to naming TV shows the same way. Hence, the show “House” became “Mean Doctor.” The Kyra Sedgwick police drama “The Closer” became “Lady Detective.” “Intervention” became “Party Stoppers,” and so on.

I have watched exactly two episodes of “Grey’s Anatomy,” and that is all it took for me to name it “Sexy Hospital.” The original “Sexy Hospital” back in the day, better known as “E.R.,” cannot hold a candle to the wanton libertinism of the panting young surgeons of “Grey’s Anatomy.” I don’t know how they ever even find the time to perform surgery. From what I can tell, all they do is jump out of their scrubs and into bed with one another, cheat on each other, have extramarital affairs, and utter dialogue that sounds like it was written by a Divorced Feminist Poets club after about four glasses of wine.

Have you ever been to a real hospital? It is not sexy. It is full of sick people and it smells like wee and the chairs are made out of torture. The doctors look like regular people, not TV people, and the nurses are all bored and in a hurry and pokey. “Sexy Hospital” is not only bad television, it is a filthy lie.

It also encourages the kind of behavior — namely, having lots of recreational sex — that leads to people visiting Planned Parenthood or, in TV world, Kate Walsh’s “Private Practice,” to have their babies sucked out of them by that mythical creature, the gentle, understanding abortionist who knows your name and cares about you and is not at all in it for the money.

This is something I’m always hammering away at, and so should you be: abortion does not exist in a vacuum. It starts with viewing sex as something fun to do instead of something that was designed to lead to babies. Abortion is the effect, not the cause, of a tragic formula. Sex – nature = death. When we try to divorce sex from its natural purpose, we get problems. We get unwanted pregnancies, broken hearts, broken homes, diseases, and death.

[…]I don’t know if “Sexy Hospital” is still on the air… [b]ut if it is on the air, consider not watching it. It launched the career of Kate Walsh, who raises money to kill babies, and it pushes a sexual agenda that points straight to Walsh’s beloved Planned Parenthood.

I find a lot of people are pro-life without really being serious about developing a view of courting and marriage that is pro-life. The author of this post is right to urge us to be careful about where we get our views of romantic relationships. Abortions don’t just happen, someone has to have sex first. And whether you have sex or not is very likely to depend on what you think relationships are for. Are they for recreation?