So far, I’ve forced myself to at least finish sifting through my RSS feeds before deciding upon which subject I will use as a vehicle for my witty commentary. But this morning I couldn’t wait.
You might be wondering: Kanin, What breed of happening has you so pumped to write that you made it a grand total of four stories down the length of your Google Reader before you hopped on over to WordPress? You’ll find out. Soon. I promise. But first I want to take just a second to expound on the nature of just what it is that makes us need t–
Fuck it.
IT’S INCEST! OF THE ACCIDENTAL VARIETY! That’s what’s gotten me to hit this page before nine in the morning. According to the BBC (those great purveyors of the newsiest of newsy newses–and all things Cricket), “[a] pair of twins who were adopted by separate families as babies got married without knowing they were brother and sister.” So they couldn’t have looked to much alike, no? Maybe? Whatever.
The union has since been annulled, but, presumably, not before it caused a moment of what might, sometime down the road, make for an awkward family gathering or two. Thankfully, former Liberal Democrat House of Commons MP and current (and apparent permanent) Lord David Alton has found a way to use the unhappy inc-ident (zing!) for a larger purpose: The BBC says that Lord Alton told them that the story of the improperly reunited twins “raises the wider issue of the importance of strengthening the rights of children to know the identities of their biological parents.”
As for direct quotes, they don’t get much better than what you’re about to read (unless you’re reporting on pro wrestling in Georgia), courtesy of Lord Alton:
“‘If you start trying to conceal someone’s identity, sooner or later the truth will out,’ he said. ‘And if you don’t know you are biologically related to someone, you may become attracted to them and tragedies like this may occur.’”
Yikes!
1 Comment
January 11, 2008 at 6:16 pm
i have always tried to be as honest to myself as possible about my identity. though, once in a blue moon, when i catch myself off-guard, i can’t stand how damn good-looking i am.