Sunday Night Sermon #1
I know, this is usually my day of rest. Well you know what? Days of rest are for suckers. Yeah, that’s right, I just called your god a sucker and I meant it.
From now until I get bored of it, I’ll be cross-posting blog entries here and on a new blog at rinderpest.com, a nice little corner of the Internet inhabited by some very funny people (and some not so funny people but don’t tell Sam, Steven Brett, and Cindy Clayton I said they weren’t funny).
Science. It gives us so much. Medicine, iPods, Internet porn . . . and also new and exciting ways for people to reveal their freakishness. Take, for example, this recent article in the New York Times concerning single women who, unable to cope with the telltale ticking of their internal clocks, decide to spend thousands of dollars and years of their lives attempting to get preggers.
I’m not completely calloused. Only partially, maybe a little more. Let’s say I’m 54% calloused. I understand that these women give a lot of thought to their choice. They have every right to make the choice they do, etc. etc. They are also insane (for certain definitions of insanity [definitions I made up]). From the article:
To all the fellas out there thinking of making cash off your precious, precious seed — beware. The woman who eventually chooses you to fertilize her eggs might just end up outside your window with a pair of binoculars. Also, you may end up fathering an entire village of ubermensch.
The delusions that some of these women are operating under are fascinating. For instance:
Right, because while a woman who is only interested in spawning is a bit of a turn-off on a date, nothing says “take me now” like a wailing two-year old in the next room. Another woman purchases sperm spur of the moment because the receptionist at the clinic informs her that there are only a few canisters left of the popular stud she was eyeing from the catalog.
To be clear, I’m not using this as an opportunity to blame science for the downfall of society. Stupid people have been breeding since . . . well, for quite a while I’d say. It’s really just a bold new method for people to show exactly how messed up they are. Happily, I’m sure that there are many women who undertake the procedure with full, realistic knowledge of what’s in store for them. And I’m sure that they manage to raise healthy and happy children, and I’m sure of these things because I have to be, otherwise I’ll spend the remaining hours of my weekend very, very depressed.
And to supplement the sunday sermon, you need to throw in some death: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/4823874.stm
I debated whether or not to hit depressing religious news stories, but since Rinderpest is a humor site, I didn't want to get too serious. Maybe next week I'll just close my eyes, cross my fingers, and take a dark plunge into the realm of religious atrocities and humor.
And we're helping these people breed because… ???
Seriously, if you're gonna do sperm banking, you first should grasp the ideas of "anonymous", and "no responsibility". If you want a partner to go with the kid, don't do sperm banking. If your clock's running out, look up egg banking. And if you're getting obsessed with the issue, see a shrink, that's what they're for! ;-)
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