So I am perusing my favorite news site The Guardian and I happen upon this article. All I can say after reading this I am fucking sick. Now I will never know what it like to be unable to conceive. I have yet to experience the yearning for a child. But I would like to think I am not this fucking selfish or clueless.

She plans to tell the child the truth about the way he or she was conceived. “You can’t lie to your child all your life,” she says. But she hasn’t yet thought about the fallout if the child wants to know more about its genetic parents. “It’s preferable that they’re kept anonymous. What’s the meaning of finding out?”

Now IVF is is completly different than adoption, but one thing remains the same, and that is the question of identity. The meaning of finding out who one is, is personal and has to do with the person you have to look at every day in the mirror.

I really am at a loss for words on what to say in response to this article. Right now there are too many thoughts swirling in my head to put down in a coherent fashion.

I guess all I can say is I am sick of babies being treated as commodities. I am tired of human beings being bought and sold like any other consumer goods. And I absolutely hate that there are human beings out there that think “shopping” for children is ok.

Here is the link to the article “The Fertility Tourists”

Go Fuck Yourself Ekaterina Aleksandrova!!!!