Here is a particularly desturbing take, as such cannot be ignored, by someone called Vanessa Feltz (you may know her name) from a national newsaper 'The Daily Star', here in the UK. Brace yourselves and read it.
Then email Vanessa at:
vanessa.feltz-at-dailystar.co.uk
and the newspaper at:
Thanks, Red Kev
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Here it is:
Reigning Men? Not any More!
Gents, it gives me great pleasure to reveal that pretty soon you’ll be surplus to requirements. We won’t have to iron your shirts, massage your egos, supply endless sex or be polite to your mothers.
Why not? Because in the delightfully foreseeable future we won’t need you OR your sperm.
A genius of a scientist took some stem cells from a mouse embryo, fiddled with them in a test tube, turned them into grade A, fully-functioning, Olympic swimming sperm – all my himself without an adult male mouse in sight – and hey presto, seven tiny, warm, fury baby mice have now happily arrived on planet Earth.
You’ll indulge me if I crow a little. No male mouse! Chaps, blokes, guys of any description were 100% unnecessary.
The miracle of life was accomplished without the sweaty, expensive, embarrassing, potentially heart-breaking business of courting or rumpy-pumpy with the opposite sex.
Fast forward a few years and for mice, read humans. No human males required. How liberating! How empowering! What a fabulous way of cutting out the middle man!
If we’re more honest than most of us dare to be, many women will admit they only want you for your sperm. We’re forced to remember your birthday, dress up in French maid’s outfits, take the bones out of your fish and cherish you until your dying day, not because you’re any great shakes but because we have designs on what lurks in your testicles.
Frankly, if we can have the precious liquid without all the inconvenience we’ll take it in a heartbeat. Trot to the lab, order some Grow Your Own Sperm, have the baby of your dreams without Dad sulking, hogging the remote and feeling jealous that you’re not breast-feeding him. Paradise.
Sure, love will still find a way. Sure, sex will be supersonic. This way though, there’ll be no need to wake up next to the snoring bore who got you up the duff 10 years ago.
Babies will be a private matter between a woman and her lab technician. Making love and romance will be strictly for the man fawning, crawling and obedient enough to deserve it. So gents, you’re strictly on borrowed time. Enjoy our worship while it lasts.
That clever scientist may have put you just where you belong – on your knees, at our feet, offering hours of top quality foreplay.
