Sir (yes, I call him sir now) Neil DeGrasse Tyson suggested we all learn something new every day.
Following his guidance, I’ve already learned the one thing that’ll probably stand out the most at today’s end, as well as haunt my eyelid movies into a horror show later when I try to fall asleep. And it’s not even noon yet. Neil also told me to share what I learn with others. So, I’m going to share mine with you. Here it is:
Incest is legal in New Jersey.
And a father and daughter, finally, sweetly reunited after 15 years… are taking advantage of that.
Now, I normally like to inject my own world into these stories for the sake of identifying and making it interesting. But, as a daughter, my daddy issues stop at asking the men who I don’t share blood with but do share other body fluids with to maybe cuddle, read me a story, braid my hair, play teatime with my teddy bears and American Girl dolls at my princess table…. You know, all the normal stuff.
Today was a first for me, though, hearing about this next-level phenomena. Much less it having a fancy name.
I mean, I’m all for tackling a problem at it’s source, but…
Okay. Let’s move on. To this bit from the article:
The couple’s situation is not unheard of. The term Genetic Sexual Attraction describes the intense attraction some feel when they are reunited with a relative they did not grow up with. While their situation is not unheard of, attraction between a father and daughter is reportedly the least common form of GSA. When asked about the taboo status of the relationship, she told the reporter,” “I just don’t understand why I’m judged for being happy. We are two adults who brought each other out of dark places. People need to research incest and GSA because they don’t get it and I don’t think they understand how often it happens.”
Wait a second. In the span of just a handful of lines, we’ve gone from kin coitus to the cleaned up medical sounding “Genetic Sexual Attraction” and finally watered it down to a mere “GSA”. How far removed from what’s actually happening are we going to get here? Now, normally, I would say people should do what they like and what makes them happy. My “yes-and” to that is always – if it doesn’t hurt anybody else. The bit of this tale that fails to comply with that comes from the daughter who says, yes, they plan on having children and, no, she’s not concerned with the very likely potential complications.
I like that word – “complications”. Kinda like “GSA”.
Far easier to swallow than, say, this:
You know, I’d throw my hands up, say I don’t “get it”, and chock it up to letting others do as they please and minding my bizz. I would. If it weren’t for that last thing she said. But shouldn’t we all be living by the guiding principle: do what makes you happy – if it hurts no one? I suppose I just feel like being born a frog person or without face holes to breathe through would, ya know… hurt. A lot. But I suppose that where I stop understanding, nature takes over and balances shiz out.
’cause I’m pretty sure this tale’s genetic line ends up like a meth line – death inducing, and quickly so.
Which is still sad for the sacrificed lil souls. But what’re you gonna do?
Inc’est la vie.