Navel-gazing, the short form

I was reading the Big B’s blog (he is so fun, and a wealth of information about Indian culture) and he mentioned in today’s post that he had heard a discussion about the growing trend of women in Western countries who sent their eggs and a partner’s sperm to be implanted in women in India. The fetus is then carried to term by the surrogate, and collected by its parents upon delivery.

Weeeeeeeeeird and creepy.

Have none of the people paying for this ever read The Handmaid’s Tale? Because I think they might think differently. I mean, the situation is (arguably) voluntary, but no less creepy.

(why is it creepy?)Well, here’s the deal: In the Handmaid’s Tale, women are forced to have children for couples who are infertile. Most couples are infertile. Husbands and wives are assigned to each other. The protagonist can carry children to term, so she is obligated to have a child with a high-ranking man. When the child is born, she is then obligated to let it be raised by the man’s wife, who cannot have children. She’s in this position because she was separated from her husband during the war that created this weird society.

Anyway, this whole “buying womb time” business creeps me out.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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