New York Times Gives Sofia Vergara's Ex the Platform He Didn't Deserve
LatestSo, imagine you’re a cool, gorgeous woman whose career has taken off at a startling pace in your late 30s, an age not typical for careers to take off in your industry. You start dating this guy, the founder and creator of “Crunchy Condiments Dot Com.”
He’s cute and nice, loves family—loves family a lot, actually, and has a particular thing about children ever since this one time in his 20s when a girlfriend had an abortion and, can you believe it, she didn’t let him stop her? And then his ex-wife couldn’t have kids, and then she left him, and long story short he really wants to have kids with you, and then he gets in this horrible car accident and is like, “We need to have babies. Now.”
So you’re like, “Okay, but we’re gonna have to use a surrogate—my body’s my work.” He agrees. And you love him, enough to get engaged, even though there are a whole lot of cheating rumors going around, but whatever, you make two embryos; one doesn’t take, the surrogate miscarries the other. You make two more embryos, and you’re 40 now, and you’re like, “Man, I don’t even know.” He gives you an ultimatum—you’ve got to become a mom, or the relationship’s over. You’re like, “Okay. I love you, but goodbye.”
And then he’s like, “Give me the embryos, I will make babies from them and raise them.” You’re like, “Please, do not do that.” Luckily, both of you signed a contract saying that mutual consent would be required for the embryos to be brought to term, so your ex can’t just willy-nilly implant those embryos in a random surrogate anyway. Then, he sues you to keep you from destroying the embryos, something that you have explicitly said you have no plans to do. And then he won’t shut up about it.
And then the fucking New York Times gives him an op-ed column entitled “Sofia Vergara’s Ex-Fiancé: Our Frozen Embryos Have a Right to Live,” in which he crusades after your frozen embryos, calling your “refusal to be a mother” a matter of “saving lives” and “being pro-parent” rather than what it is—a rational choice that should not be railed against with the pretension that it’s a matter of vital, widespread cultural morality rather than an ex going fucking insane.