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...narrow their choices of potential partners. Among the constellation of genes that control the immune system are those known as the major histocompatibility complex (MHC), which influence tissue rejection. Conceive a child with a person whose MHC is too similar to your own, and the risk increases that the womb will expel the fetus. Find a partner with sufficiently different MHC, and you're likelier to carry a baby to term...
...narrow their choices of potential partners. Among the constellation of genes that control the immune system are those known as the major histocompatibility complex (MHC), which influence tissue rejection. Conceive a child with a person whose MHC is too similar to your own, and the risk increases that the womb will expel the fetus. Find a partner with sufficiently different MHC, and you're likelier to carry a baby to term...
...probe those minds and try to figure out how…they carry through projects, doing things which matter for our world.”Explaining what it means to be a dancer, d’Amboise described the fetus’s experience in the womb, a motif he would return to in his discussion of “Apollo.”“The blood is pumping and they begin to feel rhythm through movement. Momma’s running for the bus, Momma’s asleep,” d’Amboise said...
...favor of such research. Why let these embryos go to waste? But a more important point is, What about fertility clinics themselves? In vitro fertilization ("test-tube babies") involves the purposeful creation of multiple embryos, knowing and intending that most of them either will die after implantation in the womb or, if not implanted, will be discarded or frozen indefinitely. Even if all embryonic-stem-cell research stopped tomorrow, this far larger mass slaughter of embryos would continue. There is no political effort to stop it. Bush even praised in vitro fertilization in his 2001 speech about the horrors...
...traded weird family stories with my new roommates, I told everyone about the nudist colony of five in which I had been raised. What, they asked, incredulous? You’ve seen your parents naked? They’ve seen you naked? I came out of the womb clothed! Neither of my parents have genitals! Only then did I realize that my 11 year old sensibilities had not been so off the mark—instead of being raised by Ken and Barbie, I was the spawn of a pack of lawless Jewish hippie crazies! I wasn?...