Faking

Are you capable of taking care of an other human, a baby? Is everyone able to do so? Are you able and humane enough  to take care of others who are around you? Would you expand your family no matter what, even if your children’d be ill? Is the child everything to you? If it is, why is, exactly?

Lately I hear here and there that many women suffer infertility. Being a parent is probably one great feeling which can hardly be substituted by something else. But. What if your genes would be a next apocalypse?

Mentioning this subject many people get offended when I say that artificial children are ill and bad for all of us. Actually, it’s not that they are bad, but those who earned money using their parent’s despair are bad.

We are full of bad genes. To be more precise, we’re full of all kinds of genes. But not every gene will be expressed. There must be some conditions fulfilled in order for a gene to bring out it’s full expression. Some other’s are expressed as they are. And the rest are inactive and hidden, but still there. We are all different because we got different genes expressed. Some of them carry information about hair, height, weight, eye colour, they determine if a person’d be shortsighted, freckled, light tanned etc. But they also carry important information about someone’s general development and general health. Sometimes when two meet and decide to have a family it just won’t work out. They’re incompatible. Eventually, they’re not for each other. Either they get bad offspring or they can’t even get any.

Why does artificial insemination terrify me?

Because it gives a chance to what can’t live by itself, something that is categorized as inadequate by Mother Nature. It’s a Pandora’s box which is setting all the bad genes free. Bad genes which carry information about many rare diseases that are not even studied enough and not to mention treated. They can go silent until an individual concealed by this way reaches full maturity and leaves its own offspring with same genes and even later get expressed, but it’s already late.

Beside mentioned, women pass through series of therapies and take medicines which change their cycle in order for egg cells to be collected. Regarding men, their sperm is being used to collect spermatosoids. But not the best are being collected, but those who can be caught. As it is known, only the fastest spermatosoid will fertilize naturally, because it’s the one that carries the best material. All the others carry bad material and those are the ones that can be caught and are used in the process of impregnation during external fertilization. No needle is fine enough while wounding egg cell’s cellular barrier in order to place the slow spermatosoid inside.

After insemination is over people wait. Many of embryos just die. They can’t survive. How could they, after this kind of violent treatment. Some people do it for many times over and over again in order to get a living embryo. But still it doesn’t mean it will grow into a healthy individual.

People get edgy and emotional when talking about kids. Somehow I get the feeling that they don’t care actually about the big picture.

Reproduction is every organisms’ biological function. Are you dysfunctional if you leave no one behind you? Do you have some other attributes, some other things to offer, beside children?

Civilization is doomed both ways. Some say that the planet Earth is overcrowded. Is it a natural mechanism for reducing the human population? From my point of view people have to choose between no offspring and ill offspring. Which one is right? Which one would you choose, if you’d have to?

 

The lovely ugliness

Pointing out differences may be an act of understanding and accepting each other. Respecting other people’s being is something hardly achievable by an ordinary, phallic man. Although it is being talked about a lot it is hardly applicable.

Somehow, the first thing people notice on an individual is their flaws. It is alright being aware of it, but it should be put aside, since it is not what someone IS.

Last night I read a post written by a famous pole dancer. She wrote about people noticing her flaws during some early age and later on, after years and years of wearing longer shirts because of her broad ties and big but and serious faces because of her teeth gap, the same people were asking her how did she manage to have so attractive figure and why doesn’t she smile a bit more, since she has that cute, little gap (which she made smaller at some point of her life when it became so irritating; she never absolutely closed it because she wanted to keep her identity as much as it wouldn’t press her).

Why is beauty such an inconstant phenomenon?

There’s no man or woman on Earth who didn’t experience that unpleasant situation of other people pointing at their hair, figure, scars, height, weight, outfit, looks, scars in such an intrusive manner.

It is easier to say for someone fatty that they’re fat, no matter if they play a cello or speak five languages. It’s easier to criticize than to give a compliment.

Noticing flaws gives us fake hope that we’re better than someone else, that we’re winning an unfair competition which we made up by ourselves. People appreciate what is outside, more than they think.

Talking about big butts, those were unacceptable during the Twiggy era, and later on. It was preferable to be thin. After the freak show Kardashians arrived, suddenly it became popular to have enormously broad figure. Nobody asked a question. What was ugly before suddenly became highly attractive. And not to mention that a group of some truly non-essential, rather say rude people had to present it as they did and others to accept it – as they did.

Degrading our powerful and beautiful bodies in such way makes me angry. It is not just a body. It can do lots of stuff for us and our minds. It can stand high pressures, it can bend, it can lift, it can protect our inner self; it’s not a toy and surly it is not made for showing off or even worse, for offending.

Worse than an ugly body is an ugly soul.

It is beautiful, but it is not just that. That body keeps yourself in it. It represents you. Sometimes you do take care of it, but it just won’t look as you imagined. It is still beautiful. The one who sees you, sees them both equally – your inside and your outside.