Thursday, April 01, 2004
No wonder it’s dark
There was a piece on the radio this morning about a woman in Port Elizabeth who has won the right, in court, to harvest her husband’s sperm for future use. The husband is, tragically, in a coma, and is shortly to have his life-support switched off, but the wife would like to have his children at some stage.
There is a very sad element to this story, but for anyone who does not know the people or the situation, the whole thing really hinges on that word, “harvest”. What does that mean exactly? I’m sad to say that for me, it conjured up images of Glenn Close .
I think this inability to take anything too seriously is either a very good thing, or a deep psychological flaw. I’m going for the former. It can get you in trouble though. There is a line in The Passion of the Christ which begins “He’s not the Messiah” – to which it is almost impossible not to warble “He’s a very naughty boy!” Try that in a cinema full of Southern Baptists.
Listening to: John Cougar Mellencamp, American Fool.
There is a very sad element to this story, but for anyone who does not know the people or the situation, the whole thing really hinges on that word, “harvest”. What does that mean exactly? I’m sad to say that for me, it conjured up images of Glenn Close .
I think this inability to take anything too seriously is either a very good thing, or a deep psychological flaw. I’m going for the former. It can get you in trouble though. There is a line in The Passion of the Christ which begins “He’s not the Messiah” – to which it is almost impossible not to warble “He’s a very naughty boy!” Try that in a cinema full of Southern Baptists.
Listening to: John Cougar Mellencamp, American Fool.
