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The shesus and I were talking about this the other day when one of us said, "She shouldn't be allowed to have that many kids!" This turned the conversation into the practice of forced sterilization and should we - as a supposed free society - be in the business of dictating who can and can't have kids and how many kids a woman may have.
The conversation went in the direction as to who would determine who got to have children and who didn't, how many children the fortunate (or unfortunate depending on your point of view) were allowed to have, and what the consequences should be for having a child when you deemed unallowed.
It was a very interesting conversation.
My interest in this particular story goes little farther than our media's obsession with Nick-naming everything - Miracle on the Hudson, Octomom! - thus reducing our sociological consciousness to a monosyllabic utterance capable of capturing our opinion of such phenomena by the intonation of our utterance. Conversation is no longer necessary. The entire debate can be captured in the banter of the word in varying intonations.
Octomom?
Octomom!
Octomom!!
Octomom....(said while shaking head.)
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