Today while I was walking down University Avenue I saw a bum wearing a bluetooth.
Ok, so that didn't actually happen, but I was at the sporting goods store this morning and bared witness to a man with no legs asking to try on a pair of size ten shoes.
Crap. I lied, again.
Ok, what did actually happen this fortnight was me failing to escape the ubiquitous media coverage of Ms. Suleman, proud mother of now fourteen children. The woman, who has clearly undergone too many restylane injections and is evidently suffering an identity crisis mistaking herself for Angelina Jolie, receives $490/month in food stamps, plus additional federal assistance for three of her disabled in vitro babies from her first sextuplet. Suleman claimed in her interview that once she was finished with her masters program, she would be able to financially support her babies on her own. You know what else she wanted to do on her own? According to a family member, the biological father of her children (who were all conceived in vitro) is actually her boyfriend. "He was in love with her and wanted to marry her, but she wanted children on her own".
What the hell?!
In vitro fertilization costs between 12,000 and 15,000 dollars which is a lot of money, unless you were fortunate enough to receive a disability fortune after being injured in a riot at a mental health hospital.
So where do we draw the line? Where do personal freedoms infringe upon ethics? When is it right for science to trump nature? At what point should the feds quit bailing everyone out? At what age does one realize his mother is cuckoo?
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