My Family Does Not Want Me to Donate My Eggs. I Did It Anyway. By Victoria Vinci There’s an episode of “Sex and the City” where Miranda, a corporate lawyer, is on a date with a man who has hair plugs. They’re openly talking about how he’s much happier to no longer be bald, even if that means having artificial curls growing out of his forehead. And over a lamb dinner, Miranda mentions that she’s been considering freezing her eggs, it takes the pressure off the biological clock issue, and she refers to this decision as a “ fertility savings account ”. Her date tells her this is something she should not do, for as a society we “don’t want desperate women having babies at fifty”. He goes on to say, “maybe some people aren’t meant to procreate. Maybe this is the world’s way of weeding out the weak”. I watched a rerun of this episode at fifteen years old, never imagining I’d be in Miranda’s position, and my family would be playing the role of h...
thirty-something. libra. new england.