February 23, 2007--Fanaticism LXXVI--Donor Number 150
In the ongoing battle about whether Nature (inheritance) or Nurture (upbringing, education, culture, etc.) contributes more to individuals’ height, physiognomies, intelligence, character, well-being, and ultimate destiny in life, the argument has been conclusively resolved in the world of sperm.
Competition is booming among sperm donors where women, seeking artificial insemination, are demanding versions of perfection among the men who are doing the donating. In place of Mr. Right, they are looking for Mr. Right’s sperm.
They not only want to know how tall the sperm supplier is but also the color of his eyes, if he is interested in music or literature, and his SAT scores. According to a recent article in the NY Times, they also are insisting on seeing childhood pictures of the men as well as those of him as an adolescent. The latter is of course the ultimate test for after all who among us looked good as a pimply prepubescent. Not me, that’s for sure. (Linked below.)
In many ways, things at the sperm bank work pretty much the way they do at a dating service where both looks and personality characteristics are listed for potential mothers to choose among. At the Fairfax Cryobank the most popular donor, Number 1913, is of Colombian-Italian and Spanish ancestry, is deemed by the staff there (whose opinions are a part of the selection files) as “very attractive, with hazel eyes, and dark hair.” It doesn’t hurt that he is also “pursuing” a Ph.D. (who isn’t?) They staff report also gushes that he has a “modelesque jaw line and sparkling eyes.” He also has “a shy, boyish charm.”
And as a way to get insight into his personality he was asked what was the funniest thing that ever happened to him. In response, he told about having his girlfriend’s mother stand on his stomach to demonstrate the strength of his abdominal muscles and, wouldn’t you know it, that when she did he “passed gas.”
That would do it for me. And I’m also interested in meeting the mother. She also sounds like quite a card.
But as in the dating world, looks can also be deceiving. Donor Number 150 at the Cryobank in California for quite some time was in hot demand. He was 6-feet tall, had blue eyes, and was interested in philosophy, music, and drama. Sounds perfect, right? Well it turns out that he and his 6-feet were found to be living in an RV near Los Angeles, and he was just managing to get by doing odd jobs and taking care of dogs.
I sort of like the caring-for-dog part, but I do understand why he has fallen out of favor—you can never be really sure about guys who are interested in philosophy.
Competition is booming among sperm donors where women, seeking artificial insemination, are demanding versions of perfection among the men who are doing the donating. In place of Mr. Right, they are looking for Mr. Right’s sperm.
They not only want to know how tall the sperm supplier is but also the color of his eyes, if he is interested in music or literature, and his SAT scores. According to a recent article in the NY Times, they also are insisting on seeing childhood pictures of the men as well as those of him as an adolescent. The latter is of course the ultimate test for after all who among us looked good as a pimply prepubescent. Not me, that’s for sure. (Linked below.)
In many ways, things at the sperm bank work pretty much the way they do at a dating service where both looks and personality characteristics are listed for potential mothers to choose among. At the Fairfax Cryobank the most popular donor, Number 1913, is of Colombian-Italian and Spanish ancestry, is deemed by the staff there (whose opinions are a part of the selection files) as “very attractive, with hazel eyes, and dark hair.” It doesn’t hurt that he is also “pursuing” a Ph.D. (who isn’t?) They staff report also gushes that he has a “modelesque jaw line and sparkling eyes.” He also has “a shy, boyish charm.”
And as a way to get insight into his personality he was asked what was the funniest thing that ever happened to him. In response, he told about having his girlfriend’s mother stand on his stomach to demonstrate the strength of his abdominal muscles and, wouldn’t you know it, that when she did he “passed gas.”
That would do it for me. And I’m also interested in meeting the mother. She also sounds like quite a card.
But as in the dating world, looks can also be deceiving. Donor Number 150 at the Cryobank in California for quite some time was in hot demand. He was 6-feet tall, had blue eyes, and was interested in philosophy, music, and drama. Sounds perfect, right? Well it turns out that he and his 6-feet were found to be living in an RV near Los Angeles, and he was just managing to get by doing odd jobs and taking care of dogs.
I sort of like the caring-for-dog part, but I do understand why he has fallen out of favor—you can never be really sure about guys who are interested in philosophy.
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