In one of the most bizarre and disgustingly narcissistic op-eds in recent memory, on Monday, abortionist Colleen Krajewski explained in the pages of The Washington Post that Donald Trump had made her career choice great again. After Trump’s election, she explained, she decided to deface her body with a tattoo of a coat hanger and the words “NEVER AGAIN” — because, you see, she would stand up against those who would stop the scourge of the killing of the unborn.

She wrote:

The tattoo artist slowly etched, on my right forearm, a rather large coat hanger — the symbol of illegal abortions that cost unknown numbers of women their lives in the years before Roe. Overlaid, in bold lettering, were the words “Never again.” From now on, unless I was in long sleeves, everyone I met would see my tattoo the moment we shook hands — at the office, at parties, in the supermarket, on first dates.

Oh, the bravery.

But to her surprise, Krajewski found that while before, many Americans had found her profession off-putting — yes, it turns out lots of people aren’t into the whole carving into a baby’s head in the womb thing — now, she was getting the sorts of dates she’d always wanted!


Every man I have ever dated — no matter how liberal or open-minded he professes to be — has flinched, looked away, or gone silent when I first tell him what I do. ... Embracing the symbol of the coat hanger meant also accepting myself as a symbol, which I had always resisted. But as I shed the stigma of being an abortion provider, I felt free. I was tired of playing games, and for the first time in my life, I was ready for someone to love me because I provide abortions, not in spite of it. With that tattoo, I made some other changes: No more batting my eyelashes on dates, feigning innocence or acting apologetic about who I am. No more waiting the requisite three days to call back, or counting down three dates to have sex if I wanted to. An unexpected side effect of the 2016 election is that many people have become vocal about their support for reproductive rights. Suddenly, dating an abortion provider can be cool, a way to proclaim one’s liberal street cred.

Or, it is possible that men see the abortion coat hanger as another sort of symbol. Like, say, the symbol of a woman who isn’t afraid to have sex within three dates. Krajewski relates her Sex and the City litany of lovers with the breathless intensity of Carrie Bradshaw. Again, this is in The Washington Post. Seriously.

I met an investment banker who was close to a decade younger than I am. For him, my profession seemed to add to the edginess of dating an older woman. There was the hard-partying Alaskan fisherman on an extended shore break, who found my commitment to reproductive justice “hot.” So, abortion providers are “hot” now? As time goes on, I sometimes forget about the tattoo entirely. Once, I wore long sleeves before becoming intimate with a fascinating biomedical engineer, and, when he first saw the tattoo, he burst out laughing, apparently delighted by my commitment to the cause.

She is not now in a long-term relationship with any of them, so their delight seems somewhat temporary. But at least Krajewski is free — not just to kill babies, but to use their bodies as a pick-up line:

Whatever happens, I will no longer be silent or fearful when a new love interest — or anyone — makes me feel exposed and vulnerable. As my tattoo says: Never again.

Yes, there’s nothing quite like hijacking a slogan originally written about the murder of six million Jews, applying it against legal restrictions on the murder of the unborn, and then finally extending it to apply to your own dating strategy in mentioning your career choice.

Good luck to whomever dates Krajewski. You’ve been warned.