You walk down the the hallway to your daughter’s room, holding a package you’ve prepared especially for her. Today is her twentieth birthday, and you will reminisce about the past and remember when you first met your wife, who was then around the age that your daughter is now.

Around this time, almost twenty-one years ago, you and your wife were distraught because of your inability to have children the old fashioned way. Thus, you went to a specialist to debate the various options available to you, a rich couple with too much money and time on your hands. Between the choice of getting a surrogate, adopting, and the recently perfected option of reproductive cloning, you and your wife choose cloning. Because your father had stipulated the conception of a granddaughter before he will release his fortunes to you, the two of you choose to have your wife cloned.

Your wife is ugly now, old and wrinkled, but your daughter has grown up, the picture of health and flushing youth.

Happy Reproductive Cloning Day!

Inspired by my own horrified thoughts on the topic in my Philosophical Ethics class and Bob Power’s Girls Are Pretty blog.

It’s been a bit since the last snow storm and snow day, and it’s finally feeling like spring again, though I’m not sure how long that will last. This is a peak around campus when it’s transformed into a winter wonderland.

The castle.