The New Sense

Wednesday, June 12, 2002

I'm in a pissy mood now. We were watching a report on TV about people offering kidneys for sale over the internet. I think it's completely disgusting that some people are dying because there aren't enough donors, while others are willing to sell one of their healthy kidneys for $20,000. The main subject of the report was a woman who actually donated one of her kidneys to a complete stranger — a teenage girl who's never had a normal life because of a birth defect with her kidneys. This woman was risking her life just to be nice. That's really amazing. And she didn't seem holier-than-thou about it — she was just a regular woman. Oh yeah — she couldn't have children herself, so this was her way of giving life to a kid.
Anyway, B— says he thinks there's nothing wrong with people selling their kidneys. I couldn't believe it! His argument was, well, I never really got it, but it was something to do with statistics, to do with the number of people waiting for transplants and the number of people willing to sell, and how this increased the chances of poor people receiving donor kidneys.
I was getting pissed off with him, but he kept calmly repeating his thing about the odds of receiving a donor kidney. Who cares about the odds! It's fucking wrong. He wouldn't back down or see my side of the argument and I just stopped talking to him.
He went to work on the computer and I fumed for a while. I just don't get it — he's so understanding about so many things and now he's a complete asshole about this. Maybe this is the first glimpse of his dark side and in six months I'll be wondering why I ever thought he was a nice guy. It's happened to me before.
I wonder if he's going to wait till I go to sleep before coming to bed. Is he the sulky type?

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