I wonder if Felicia Simms feels like she’s living life in an aquarium. The mother of twin conjoined girls has been staring down the business end of a video camera for the past couple of weeks, and if I were her, I would hate it.
What should be the greatest moment of her life has turned into a circus. But we just can’t walk away from the bizarre, can we?
I dig why there’s so much interest. Really. Life chooses life, and the story of two unborn children struggling for it, well, not even this tin man is untouched. I just don’t want to know every little thing mother and kids are doing. I don’t care what kind of formula she plans to feed the kids, or whatever it is people are talking about.
I can also live without knowing the survival rates of most conjoined twins. Who really wants these stats? The ethics of separating the twins? Please stop, really. Can’t we let them live in peace?
Of course, the Simms’ family struggles do make for a good distraction. With the media focusing so much energy on the kids, there’s little left to focus on the activities of our “heroes” in Afghanistan, who have just finished killing 50 civilians in a bombing raid.
Uh-huh. I totally dig why we’re focused on the kids.
