Actually both are considered alive by pro choicers, but the image on the left isn’t infringing on anyone’s bodily autonomy, it is an autonomous cell on Mars. A fetus is infringing on a persons bodily autonomy and must be granted permission to use a persons internal organs and resources to maintain it’s existence.
Okay, so lemme talk about the rights you have over your corpse for a minute. I had to sign *pages* of paperwork and give clear repeated consent in my husband’s name when he had a fatal stroke last year. He had a living will that stated his wish to be an organ donor. His driver’s license said he wanted to be an organ donor. He even told *my* family what he wanted done.
But even then, as soon as it was clear that he would never regain consciousness and would be reliant on a ventilator and other *highly* invasive machinery to live, I had to have a meeting with the care team and my parents present. I gave initial consent for withdrawal of the machines and organ donation. I sat with no fewer than 3 nurses, affirming consent and giving highly detailed medical histories. I signed papers and affirmed consent each step of the way, and went over every organ and tissue type they had permission to take, because consent for one is NOT consent for all.
I had to give separate consent for each test as well, each bit of blood drawn from an already implanted tap, even for the neuro tests for responsiveness, everything.
My husband’s body saved lives. I have beautiful cards from some of them to attest to it. His body also is helping scientists solve mysteries and save more lives. And those were noble things to come out of a tragedy.
But why is my living body valued so much less than a corpse? Why is my consent to the (possibly fatal - women still die because of pregnancy, and WOC have higher mortality and morbidity rates) use of my organs less important than the consent of my husband? Why do people I’ve never met feel entitled to make medical decisions for my female body?