“Jesus,” quoth patriarchy-blamer Tammy Wright in her introduction to this link, “H tap-dancing christ!”
Tammy’s succinct vituperation alludes to the flourishing habit of certain knocked-up Canadians to slip down to a Los Angeles fertility clinic for fetal sex selection. Canadian law, which clings nostalgically to some quaint notion of equality, has banned the practice, so creepy self-absorbed cakers who view sex selection as a high-caliber idea are forced to travel south to execute their delusions.
It boggles the Twisty mind that people can become so sentimental about their genetic material, so unbalanced when suffering the romantic disease of reproduction, so mired in patriarchal gender clichÃ©s that they think nothing of undergoing this icky and weird procedure.
A half-witted spokes-Canadienne who has selected the $18,500 XX option for her next kid expects us to believe that she and her husband made the decision in order to appease an existing toddler daughter who “desperately wanted a sister.”
I quite agree that the desperation of toddlers should always be the motivating factor behind life-and-death decisions that hinge on delusional parental fantasies and confer unrealistic expectations on fetuses! I mean, think about it: when was the last time you met a desperate toddler in whose infinite wisdom you could not place your complete trust?
Still, loath though I am to condone governmental interference in the goings-on within private uteri–and believe me, I am really fucking loath–the bioethicist quoted in the article and I share the opinion that “sex selection is ultimately about sex discrimination, therefore it’s a public policy issue … not a private choice.”
I don’t see any getting around that.