When I was a child and found out how babies were made, I thought it sounded disgusting. But then I figured that I would one day, because we must make sacrifices to continue the human race.
It's a bit hilarious that my elementary-school self had more fortitude than these supposed adults.
That reminds me of that episode of Star Trek The Next Generation where they rescue a colony of Space Irish who were on a planet about to be destroyed, and not far away they also find some other colonists that are apparently related to the Space Irish but the second colony only reproduces by cloning. They've been cloning themselves so long that they find the idea of sexual reproduction to be primitive and distasteful. However it turns out their cloning method is breaking down because they keep cloning from the same samples and losing fidelity in each generation, and they need new genetic material to survive. So Picard dumps the rescued colony on them and tells the clones they're going to have to learn to hold their noses and do the nasty with the Space Irish. </mikestoklasa>
The problem, apparently, was mathematical: a minuscule level of antibody still showing up in my friend’s blood ― and a little-known FDA regulation stating that before a man can become a sperm donor, any related infection must be effectively treated. His had been, but, given the way the clinic’s policies were written, he was nonetheless being denied. I would need to find another donor, preferably an anonymous one from our local sperm bank ― someone my child would likely never meet.
Ah the FDA, jamming dangerous shots into children for no reason is A OK but this? Fuck no.
Born during the handful of years between Roe v. Wade and the first successful birth from in vitro fertilization, I’d been told all my life that I had a choice about when and how to start a family. Making use of that apparent freedom, moreover, had felt like a responsibility: something I owed the women before me, like my gay mother, who, after two closeted decades, had finally left her heterosexual marriage. Or her mother, married to an abusive man until the day he died. Or my other grandmother, who sought an illegal abortion at the outbreak of WWII. If earlier generations had fought for the right to choose, it seemed like I should use it.
More recently, reaching forty and finding myself still single, I’d decided to have a child alone. This meant my new family wouldn’t be conventional, but I was OK with that. The one I come from isn’t, either. I’d also never assumed that being a single mother would be easy, though I’d certainly never imagined that I wouldn’t have the freedom to choose my child’s biological father.
my gay mother, who, after two closeted decades, had finally left her heterosexual marriage. Or her mother, married to an abusive man until the day he died. Or my other grandmother, who sought an illegal abortion at the outbreak of WWII. If earlier generations had fought for the right to choose, it seemed like I
Born during the handful of years between Roe v. Wade
That was 1973.
and the first successful birth from in vitro fertilization
So let's say she was born in 1975. These events supposedly took place in 2018. So this crazy cat lady wanted to have some faggot's AIDS nurgling at the youthful age of 43. Thank Christ they stopped her. I mean her hair is grey in the pic, what the fuck, they should have laughed in her face on the first appointment!
Damn, it's too bad God didn't give us any tools to solve these sorts of problems. I guess we'll just need to wait for FDA approval...
When I was a child and found out how babies were made, I thought it sounded disgusting. But then I figured that I would one day, because we must make sacrifices to continue the human race.
It's a bit hilarious that my elementary-school self had more fortitude than these supposed adults.
That reminds me of that episode of Star Trek The Next Generation where they rescue a colony of Space Irish who were on a planet about to be destroyed, and not far away they also find some other colonists that are apparently related to the Space Irish but the second colony only reproduces by cloning. They've been cloning themselves so long that they find the idea of sexual reproduction to be primitive and distasteful. However it turns out their cloning method is breaking down because they keep cloning from the same samples and losing fidelity in each generation, and they need new genetic material to survive. So Picard dumps the rescued colony on them and tells the clones they're going to have to learn to hold their noses and do the nasty with the Space Irish. </mikestoklasa>
Ah the FDA, jamming dangerous shots into children for no reason is A OK but this? Fuck no.
😂😂😂
"wouldn't exist".
40 year old pregnancies rarely go well you dumb spinster
Here's the really crazy part:
That was 1973.
So let's say she was born in 1975. These events supposedly took place in 2018. So this crazy cat lady wanted to have some faggot's AIDS nurgling at the youthful age of 43. Thank Christ they stopped her. I mean her hair is grey in the pic, what the fuck, they should have laughed in her face on the first appointment!
SINK?