I was watching The Daily Show with Jon Stewart at a friend's house the other night. Naturally, there are a few tidbits that catch your eye.
One of these was a pregnant man. Of course, I was curious. How can a man possibly be pregnant? I was told, not by the host of the show, but by my friend that the man had gotten pregnant after his wife couldn't have children. This made me curious since my friend proceeded to tell me the "man" had once been a woman and was married to a woman. Now, my question was: where did the sperm come from? We all know that two naturally born women cannot have a child. Needless to say, I didn't get the whole story.
At work the next day, I hear another version of the story. The man is indeed a man and is carrying the child for his wife who is unable to have children due to having a hysterectomy. So, they gave the man all the women parts needed to carry a child and did artificial insemination on him, which made him pregnant.
Now, here I am at 4 a.m. looking up internet sources on this article. I have no idea what the guy's name is, but I keep coming up with Thomas Beatie. Beatie was a woman once and has had a full sex change except he still has a uterus and a womb, which allows him to carry a child.
Still, the question remains. Where did the sperm to create this child come from? If it came from someone other than Beatie, then obviously he is not the biological father and never can be due to his original sex.
My opinion on this is, while it might be nice for a man to carry a child for us women, it is not biologically possible. Though men do have nipples, they were not created to care and nurture a child inside their bodies. If they were, then they would also have wombs. Messing with science and the way the world works is dangerous business. And although transsexuals can have both female and male organs, one is going to dominate the other. That's the way of life, people.
It's one of those days
I wrote this at the job on Monday. This was one of the bad days. Here's how it went:
I have had the day from hell. I get up this morning after a decent night's sleep and I feel like crap. Yes, I feel like a truck has run over my head. My wisdom teeth on the bottom are coming in and the one on the right wants to give me problems. Those problems are pain on that side to my ear and right at my cheek. Lovely, right? The one on the left is already poking through the gum because I can feel the tooth. Okay, no problem, I have my trusty Oragel rip off from Wal-Mart and I'm ready to go to work though I feel like crap.
I get to work early and as I get out of my car, a co-worker pulls up and I start talking to her about her "new" car. Three hours later, another co-worker informs me I have left my lights on. I feel my pockets for my keys. Not there. Crap. I've locked the keys in the car with the ignition on so the lights are on AGAIN. And stupid me hasn't put the spare key under the car yet or whatever. So I'm going crazy. I'm losing it. I'm seriously not feeling good at this point and I just want to go home, but I have to stay at work. Because my job sucks and I'm nearly the only one who can do it.
I call my "mom" and get no answer at either number. I take a chance and call her at work. She's the store manager at the Burger King in Opp, which is only a 20 minute drive. Turns out she's at the grand opening of the new BK in Elba this week, so I had to call her there and ask her to bring me the spare set that she has. And since the lights are on, I know it's going to kill my battery by the time she gets to bring them to me at around 7:30. Great.
Chad, one of the press guys, tells me he can get my keys out with a coat hanger, which they actually have some in the mens' bathroom right now. Okay! Great! Do it! After a few tries, we finally get it unlocked using the window in the back driver's side by pushing down the button to get it to go down. Well, the battery was pretty much dead, so I start asking people if they have jumper cables. No one had any! None of the guys! How crazy is that?
I decide, hey I can't lose anything by texting a friend of mine who lives nearby, so I send her a text asking if she has some jumper cables. Yay! She does and she comes to the rescue in like 15 minutes! A true friend will get off their ass, get dressed and come rescue in your time of need!
This has made me learn an important lesson. I need a spare key at work or duct taped to my car somewhere. Or I just need to tape one to my head and hope I don't forget it either. I should just get a hoop and put it on there and wear it as an earring. Hey, Janet Jackson used to do it! Why not!
I have had the day from hell. I get up this morning after a decent night's sleep and I feel like crap. Yes, I feel like a truck has run over my head. My wisdom teeth on the bottom are coming in and the one on the right wants to give me problems. Those problems are pain on that side to my ear and right at my cheek. Lovely, right? The one on the left is already poking through the gum because I can feel the tooth. Okay, no problem, I have my trusty Oragel rip off from Wal-Mart and I'm ready to go to work though I feel like crap.
I get to work early and as I get out of my car, a co-worker pulls up and I start talking to her about her "new" car. Three hours later, another co-worker informs me I have left my lights on. I feel my pockets for my keys. Not there. Crap. I've locked the keys in the car with the ignition on so the lights are on AGAIN. And stupid me hasn't put the spare key under the car yet or whatever. So I'm going crazy. I'm losing it. I'm seriously not feeling good at this point and I just want to go home, but I have to stay at work. Because my job sucks and I'm nearly the only one who can do it.
I call my "mom" and get no answer at either number. I take a chance and call her at work. She's the store manager at the Burger King in Opp, which is only a 20 minute drive. Turns out she's at the grand opening of the new BK in Elba this week, so I had to call her there and ask her to bring me the spare set that she has. And since the lights are on, I know it's going to kill my battery by the time she gets to bring them to me at around 7:30. Great.
Chad, one of the press guys, tells me he can get my keys out with a coat hanger, which they actually have some in the mens' bathroom right now. Okay! Great! Do it! After a few tries, we finally get it unlocked using the window in the back driver's side by pushing down the button to get it to go down. Well, the battery was pretty much dead, so I start asking people if they have jumper cables. No one had any! None of the guys! How crazy is that?
I decide, hey I can't lose anything by texting a friend of mine who lives nearby, so I send her a text asking if she has some jumper cables. Yay! She does and she comes to the rescue in like 15 minutes! A true friend will get off their ass, get dressed and come rescue in your time of need!
This has made me learn an important lesson. I need a spare key at work or duct taped to my car somewhere. Or I just need to tape one to my head and hope I don't forget it either. I should just get a hoop and put it on there and wear it as an earring. Hey, Janet Jackson used to do it! Why not!
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