Recently, I wrote a post about online dating, which touched on the fact that one is now able, if one so chooses, to select a mate based on a starting point of a specific characteristic – be it religious; country-loving; or what someone wears to work.
Niche enough, one might think. But there’s always one, isn’t there? There’s always someone who thinks it’s a good idea to take the bonkers notion, and run with it, to take it to its entirely illogical conclusion – not just one step further, but a whole marathon away from the starting line. This person also apparently isn’t in contact with anyone who’s brave enough to say for the love of all that is sane, dear God, STOP!
That’s the only conclusion I’ve come to on making the entirely barking discovery that a sperm bank has been set up allowing women to select their donor based on – wait for it – not intellectual ability; not looks; or shoe size (all of which, I think, are probably sitting at the top of a rather slippery slope in terms of medical ethics as it is) but: dress sense.
(Before anyone leaps to wild theories, no – I am in no way in the market for an anonymous sperm donor. But GQ does have a far more varied selection of articles online than one might expect.)
I’m hoping to high Heaven it’s merely a PR ploy for the clinic. Because, much as I love a guy in a suit and a pair of decent brogues (and I do – oh how I do), I’d like to think I’d want rather more out of a potential father for my children than just the ability to find Savile Row.
But then again, maybe it’s a case of beggars can’t be choosers, and one day I’ll be thoroughly glad that I can select a sperm sample knowing its owner didn’t have a penchant for ‘funny’ t-shirts.
Suddenly the idea of selecting someone based on their intelligence doesn’t seem so bad after all.