Wait a god-damned minute! Fred’s argumen...

Wait a god-damned minute! Fred’s argument has a hole I can drive a bus through! The sperm donor! Academic accomplishments, they can be checked, but what about what’s hidden just a little further back in the family tree? They can ask all the questions they can possibly come up with, and still miss it, still miss the flaw, the crack, the easily overlooked potential for addiction, psychosis, neurosis… What do they do, a ten minute interview? An hour? Sorry, my loves. Until you find the absolutely perfect donor, game’s over, I win. As far as I’m concerned, Emma still owes me a real present. I’ll be happy to get Sarah a puppy, if she wants something cute and cuddly to play with. Now, who wants cake?