Weekly Review — July 5, 2011, 12:00 am

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An angry-looking, monkey-like creature showing its teeth.
A kinkajou, 1886.

Christine Lagarde, the finance minister of France, was appointed managing director of the International Monetary Fund, making her the first woman to hold the position. “While I was being questioned for three hours by 24 men,” Lagarde said on French television, “I thought, ??It??s good that things are changing a little.??”New York TimesAssociated Press via Washington PostThe bail conditions imposed on former I.M.F. managing director Dominique Strauss-Kahn were relaxed after prosecutors disclosed that the hotel maid who accused him of rape had lied to them about her personal history, and had previously made a false claim of rape. An anonymous source close to thedefense said the woman is a prostitute.GuardianNew York TimesCounty of New York District Attorney’s Office, via Globe and MailNew York PostTexas legislators approved a bill that would make the state the largest to defund Planned Parenthood, while two Wisconsin government agencies opened probes into allegations by state Supreme Court justice Ann Walsh Bradley that fellow Supreme Court justice David Prosser had put her in a chokehold. PoliticoMilwaukee Journal SentinelAn Ohio grandmother was arrested after spraying her grandson in the face with a high-powered hose because he??d eaten too much bacon, and a drunken Ohio mother lactating in Illinois was charged with assault after striking her husband, locking herself in her car, and spraying deputies with breast milk. “This is a prime example,” said Delaware County sheriff Walter L. Davis, “of how alcohol can make individuals do things they would not normally do.”Philly.comReuters

In the Netherlands, MPs passed a law banning the slaughter of unstunned animals. Although the head of the Dutch Party for the Animals said the bill wasn’t targeted at religious minorities, Chief Rabbi Binyomin Jacobs told parliament, “One of the first measures taken during the Occupation [by Nazi Germany] was the closing of kosher abattoirs.”BBC NewsAs San Franciscan bureaucrats sought to ban the sale of live animals not intended for eating, the United States plotted to kill East Coast barred owls in order to save West Coast spotted owls, and the United Nations lauded the death of rinderpest ?? the second disease, after smallpox, it has eradicated.Los Angeles TimesYahoo! NewsNew York TimesOntario beekeepers got $244,000 to create a superbee. CBC NewsThe U.S. waged a drone war in Somalia. New York TimesProtests in Greece, Egypt, Syria, and Bahrain were met with violence from government forces, and 21 people were killed during a suicide assault on the Inter-Continental Hotel in Kabul. Among the dead were the nine attackers, one of whom provided cell phone updates of the siege to the Taliban, which claimed 50 of its targets had died. Associated PressAl Jazeera EnglishAl Jazeera EnglishAssociated PressAssociated Press

It was reported that lightning had killed 15 people in Uganda and three in Rwanda, disrupted flights at London’s Gatwick Airport, and been blamed for a North Korean loss at the Women’s World Cup. Associated PressallAfrica.comBBC NewsYahoo! SportsJapanese sumo wrestlers were ordered not to play golf so that they would be nervous when fighting, while mice in the Lake District found refuge in tennis balls from Wimbledon. Yahoo! NewsGuardianAn Illinois judge permitted a nine-year-old boy to attend religious services with his mother over the objections of the father, who worried it would hurt his son??s chances of becoming a scientist. Chicago TribuneAn American mathematician and a Belgian physicist exposed the secrets of Tibetan ritual singing bowls, and reporters probed researchers about the auto-frottage of a tiny water boatman, which makes the loudest animal sound relative to body size. Said Dr. James Windmill of the noise, which occurs when the bug rubs its penis against its abdomen: “We really don’t know how they make such a loud sound using such a small area.”BBC NewsBBC Nature NewsJournalists proclaimed that Yingluck Shinawatra, sister of disgraced ex??prime minister Thaksin Shinawatra, would be the first female prime minister of Thailand, and investigated a preschool in Sweden where gender distinctions are frowned upon.Bangkok PostAssociated Press via Yahoo! News

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Ashley arrived for her prenatal appointment at Black Hills Obstetrics and Gynecology, in Rapid City, South Dakota, wearing a black zip-up hoodie and Converse sneakers.1 To explain her absence from work that morning — a Tuesday in April 2015 — she had told a co-worker that she was having “female issues.” She was twenty-five years old and eight weeks pregnant. She had been separated from her husband, with whom she had a five-year-old son, for the better part of a year. The guy who’d gotten her pregnant was someone she’d met at the gym, and he’d made it abundantly clear that he wanted nothing more to do with her. Ashley found herself hoping that the doctor would discover some kind of fetal defect, so that her decision would be easier. She glanced across the waiting room at a television playing a birth-control ad and laughed darkly. “Jesus, Lord, it would be so nice if someone just pushed me down a flight of stairs.”

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The baby was due in November, when Ashley, who was a nurse, hoped to be enrolled in a graduate program to become a nurse practitioner. Getting pregnant as a teenager had forced her to put that dream on hold, but she had thought that she was finally ready; she had even submitted her application shortly before the March 15 deadline. For the first time in her adult life, Ashley felt as if her plans were coming together. Then she missed her period.

It would be too difficult to attend school as a single mother of two, Ashley knew. She had made an appointment for three weeks from now at the nearest abortion clinic, in Billings, Montana, 318 miles away. But just a week and a half ago, her husband had said he wanted to get back together and offered to raise the child as his own. Was it a sign that she was meant to continue the pregnancy? As a rule, Ashley approached her problems with resolve. She was capable and tough; she liked shooting guns and lifting weights. She kept track of her stats and checked off her goals as she achieved them one by one. Yet the dilemma before her had shaken her confidence. She leaned back and turned to watch the ultrasound screen. The black-and-white image danced. A sharp, fast thumping emerged from the machine. As Degen removed the wand, Ashley wiped the corner of her eye.

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