The Hipster Art-Incest of Private Life
7th October 2018
I have no desire to see this movie, but it appears to encapsulate a lot of the realities of life that Progressives Were Not Meant To Know:
Searching for a surrogate through an online agency, they are confronted with the economic pressures that are driving people like them out of the Lower East Side, and driving college students to sell their eggs. An Ivy League ‘donor’ has a waitlist for her ova. The biracial woman with a BA in Journalism and Cinema Studies does not. Nor does the waitress at their local cafe, whose appearance on their screen reminds them that they are buying the genetic material of fellow human beings. ‘My God, it’s like The Handmaid’s Tale,’ says Rachel, continuing anyway because a child is priceless, and a her life without one already seems pointless.
A girlfriend I had in college once discussed the possibility of selling her eggs. ‘Blonde hair – blue eyes – Yale degree – Mensa IQ – bwah-ha-ha!’ as she rubbed her hands together. She eventually decided against it, but watching the decision process in action was … instructive.