It's a snowy day here in lovely Madison, Wisconsin. I took in a Philosophy lecture for the first time today. After missing the first three I decided to see what I was missing and I can tell you first hand that I could have stayed home and picked at my cuticles and been more productive. The question today concerned the topic of surrogate motherhood and whether a contract stipulating such should be legally binding. This particular class time was devoted to a debate on the subject featuring three qualified classmates for each side. (Read: the first 6 kids to sign up) The minority of points were well made however there are two things about the discussion that made me want to have an acid flashback.
The class, "Contemporary Moral Issues", is designed to aid in deciphering the questions of morality. But, everyone wants to talk about their feelings. There are numerous females in the class, of them a few who have some real potential, which appears to add just a touch more emotion to the debate. The arguments are focusing on feelings and "how would you feel?" I can't handle this anymore than I can handle a steakknife to the urethra. The argument is simple; feelings only complicate things as they cannot be quantified.
Second, the worst element is the "what if...ers" Everything can be exposed, ridiculed and dismantled with a constant barrage of these questions. What if... shut the hell up already. I got it. You got an answer for everything! In my experience these people have the least answers when it becomes essential. Please, Philosophy class: don't front
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