I'm sorry, I don't have time to take everyone's guesses about who this happy couple is. I'm about to be illegally filmed showering and using the toilet for however many days and years in a row that's been happening.
Maybe I'll wax my nipples, stomach, bikini line and anus in front of everyone who's watching today. That's almost as much fun as having my period in front of everyone. Unlike having my period, I could choose not to do hair removal, but then I'd be subjected to more of the years of jokes about my body hair: dog, ape, dirtysexy, things like that.
It is a particularly bad feeling to know that the privacy of all the people around me is also being criminally violated, and that I can't warn them because they won't believe me.
Yes, another day of helplessness. The Year of the Woman, indeed.
The world is about to spend most of a year being told about this couple's first baby, isn't it? Another precious child for the world's most precious people.
Not like me. Not like all the worthless people around me.
Other than being 44 and of rapidly dwindling fertility, other than being destitute, other than the impossibility of having a social life when my privacy is invaded everywhere and I am so persecuted, all of which makes it very improbable that I could be a mother, you know what I think about when I think about having a baby? I think about my child being bullied to death because of what the conglomerate has done to me. I think about going upstairs one day and finding my child hanging by a noose, after he or she has hated me for years because I had him or her in a world that despises and ridicules me.
It must be nice for the Mystery Mother to know that, when she's in labor, all of the news stories will be about the concern and love of people all over the world, rather than jokes about whether or not the doctor delivering the baby needs to wear noseplugs and to have a basin on the floor below her.
