Another belated post meant for Mother’s Day because my schedule keeps me a bit sleep deprived and caffeinated lately. I’m also developing article ideas for GirlHack.com and BlogCritics.org – (get excited, people, I’m going to write for both incredible websites…once I murder this writer’s block).
First, UncommonGoods sells pretty, unique, and expensive items to chic people with a little dough to spare. Sometimes, their reviewed products cycle out, based on site user critiques. The open question stands – who were the ‘community’ voters when this ‘Fertilization Pendant‘ (for pregnant mothers, no less) cleared? Did they buy this necklace as a gift for themselves, or worse yet, their mothers? I want to know who saw this jewelry piece and said, “Score! In the cart with express shipping! Susie is going to love this as a baby shower gift!”
I’m a fairly liberal person, but wearing a necklace depicting sperm swarming an ovum will never happen for me. I might win a Pulitzer Prize first. The poor little swimmers in the back also remind me of Styrofoam peanuts or sea monkeys. There are plenty of fertility symbols that are classy, especially the ambiguous Celtic ones that don’t remind one of opening an annoyingly large, overstuffed box, or beloved, if boring childhood pets (Side note: Never ‘accidentally’ spill green tea into a sea monkey tank).
The close-up of that determined guy forces me to recall several scenes in The Miracle of Life from elementary school health. Did the artist get inspiration from something like that and decide a still shot image would be a treasured addition on Aunt Marge’s vanity set?
“Hey, you have sperm on your necklace!”
“What? Oh, yes. We’re trying to conceive and this is our little lucky charm. It’s from my doting nephew, so thoughtful.”
Gross. I can’t imagine it would be a well-received pendant to wear around on a job interview, on a date, or at any social function (except maybe an indie art gallery exhibition).
It also reminds me of another awkward moment when I watched Look Who’s Talking with my mother. Talking babies? Intriguing! Watching millions of “fish” swimming around in the opening scene? Confusing.
Still, it’s a pretty tame design in comparison to bolder, anti-babymaking concepts.
My eyes feel dirty (thank you, Catholic guilt). If you were forced to wear one, which would you choose?
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