When Abortion is about saving the "lifestyle" of the Mother

Michelle Malkin (I can't stay away from her) provides some commentary on a New York Times editorial by Manhattan cosmopolitan hipster Amy Richards.

Apparently Amy had gotten pregnant (in fine feminist tradition - by her boyfriend), but was alarmed to find out that she had triplets. Fearing that this would interrupt her big-city lifestyle, she "selected" to get rid of two of them.  Her New York Times editorial is a delightful exercise in murderous lunacy. To wit:

My immediate response was, I cannot have triplets. I was not married; I lived in a five-story walk-up in the East Village; I worked freelance; and I would have to go on bed rest in March. I lecture at colleges, and my biggest months are March and April. I would have to give up my main income for the rest of the year. There was a part of me that was sure I could work around that. But it was a matter of, Do I want to?

I looked at Peter and asked the doctor: "Is it possible to get rid of one of them? Or two of them?" The obstetrician wasn't an expert in selective reduction, but she knew that with a shot of potassium chloride you could eliminate one or more.

Having felt physically fine up to this point, I got on the subway afterward, and all of a sudden, I felt ill. I didn't want to eat anything. What I was going through seemed like a very unnatural experience.

On the subway, Peter asked, "Shouldn't we consider having triplets?" And I had this adverse reaction: "This is why they say it's the woman's choice, because you think I could just carry triplets. That's easy for you to say, but I'd have to give up my life." Not only would I have to be on bed rest at 20 weeks, I wouldn't be able to fly after 15. I was already at eight weeks. When I found out about the triplets, I felt like: It's not the back of a pickup at 16, but now I'm going to have to move to Staten Island. I'll never leave my house because I'll have to care for these children. I'll have to start shopping only at Costco and buying big jars of mayonnaise. Even in my moments of thinking about having three, I don't think that deep down I was ever considering it.

Interestingly, Amy's editorial is framed as some type of "advice" column. I think the best course of action in this case would have been to get rid of one of the parties involved: save the three triplets and abort the mother.