I’m sitting in a Starbucks, pasted onto just one more cookie-cutter open concept mall in the suburban wasteland. While sipping away at my faux-Italian cup of Mocha Java, I overhear two young women talking. One works there, the other seems to be a friend from high school. Both have just been regurgitated from post-secondary onto the world. Both are looking for steady income, foreign travel, and fun.
One suggests to the other, ‘Why not be a surrogate? You’re not ready for a family, so why not make really good money with your eggs?
‘I saw an ad at school. You can make about $5,000, so I was thinking about it.
And just like that, another bastard is born.