Oh, I don’t know, I’m still processing

Earlier today a friend shared a link on Facebook, and I’m still thinking about it 12 hours later.

That’s like, an entire geological epoch in internet time, so it’s safe to say it gave me a lot to think about.

I don’t recommend visiting the site if you’re sensitive to abortion issues, or if you’re prone to slamming your own forehead onto your desk when you’re frustrated.  And I most definitely don’t recommend wading through the vitriol that is the comments section.  Basically, the site, Birth or Not, is a poll.  A poll to decide whether or not a couple abort their baby.

According to the site, these people are a middle-income married couple with a history of miscarriages.  The fetus is apparently at 17 weeks. 

I think it’s a hoax.  I hope it’s a fucking hoax.  I sincerely wish to believe that this is some kind of social experiment perpetuated by intermedia artists or anthropology students.  Because as loathsome as it is, making us uncomfortable and shining light on the underbelly of our group motivations is what good art does.  We may not agree with the format or with the message, but the social role of an artist is to hold a mirror up and force us to re-examine cultural norms.  If it’s a hoax, it’s actually kind of brilliant. 

In a way that makes me really want a shower, but still.

If it’s not a hoax, Skynet may as well just become sentient right now and wipe us off the face of the planet.  We’ve become a scourge.

What say you, oh jaded netizens?