Deep inside many hospitals, a vital part of the human reproduction cycle take place. The last part of this cycle is a part where men has been reduced to being a non-functional piece of property. In this situation, men have to do what men can only do: observe. We have to subdue our wishes, wants and needs. But during these observations, some rather disturbing sights emerge. Women are not longer what they used to be.

There should be a minimum age for legally reproduce. I have seen too many young people having their youth made into an insecure state of existence, because they for some reason have chosen to fulfill the pregnancy they for some reason have put upon themselves. I can’t do anything but respect those who are reasonable enough to make the decision of carrying another human being into this world at such a young age, but unfortunately a high number of the youngsters have no idea of what it takes to support a child. I’m even almost twice their age and I don’t even know what it takes. I didn’t even consider being ready for it when it happened. Being 32 years of age is definitely not an indicator of maturity regarding babies. It is all a brain or a chemical issue. Have the chemicals in your body prepared for bearing another life onto this planet? Some persons reach this chemical enlightenment at a very young age. If this really is the meaning of life, I admire these people for taking on this great task at such a young age. If I didn’t recieve the gift of life now - I have no idea of when or if I would have reached the necessary chemical balance. And if I didn’t - would I have ever mattered?

Becoming parents in a very young age isn’t really worst for the girls, though. They have been practicing motherhood since they got their first doll. They know how to hold tiny, slim, anatomically perfect, blond, some would say sexy and fashionably correct bodies. They know how to dress, feed, coam, shop and serve tea in miniature cups. They look for dolls with the real life look and feel as well. Dolls that look like a baby, cries like a baby, poop their pants like a baby, eats like a baby and sleeps like a baby. For most little girls, the dream of having a baby is already being formed without them knowing it. The dream is pink. They want everything to be perfect. But first they want the perfect man, the perfect wedding, the perfect house, maybe a dog, a horse - and then a baby. Strange really. The instinct they feed every day is almost last on their list of future dreams to come true. Girls are born to motherhood.

Men, or boys, on the other hand are definitely not born to fatherhood. We play with cars and we like to dress up like our superheroes. We play with LEGO and spend hours in front of the computer. We virtually feed our hunting instinct while playing violent computergames, but when it comes down to actually getting food, most men don’t even know where the milk is located in the supermarked. Most men can’t even kill a chicken. Or to put it differently - most men don’t know how to kill it efficiently. To our defense it must be said, that we don’t really need to. We probably play with cars so we will be able to drive women to the hospital when she needs to give birth. We play with LEGO so we can practice building a house for her and the baby. We pretend we are superheroes so we can manipulate our brain to become strong enough to survive the hard worl of having a baby. We spend hours in front of the computer because deep down, we are terrified of women.

But all emotional aspects put aside, there is another great reason for putting a minimum age for legal reproduction. Every father will eventually appear at the maternity ward at the hospital. And the sights here is theoretically every teenagers, and every mans, dream. There are women everywhere and most of these women does not wear a lot of clothes. Those women actually wearing more clothes, are normally nurses and at a hospital, there are normally a significant number of them. There are women dressing in their underwear, they reveal skin, they gladly flash their breasts, you will see several women in the same room wearing a minimum amount of clothes and when you, a lone dad on a panic stroll with your newborn to make him sleep for just a half an hour to get some rest, they look at you with admiration in their eyes: “aren’t you the perfect father”. Without even an exchange of a single word, your posture improves a few levels as your stomach is suched in and your chest is pumped out. But within a split second, the reality dawn on you.

These women are not yours to prowl for. They are probably all taken and they probably have a proud father ready to defend their woman, their offspring and their territory. For a teenager dad-to-be, this scene could be disastrous. But what might be�even worse, is the fact that these women, how sexy it might sound walking around in their underwear 24 hours a day with their breasts out every 3 hours, the reality is disappointingly different. The underwear is one size only and produced exclusively for hospital use only. No piece of clothing is slim fit and makes every woman look overweight, out of proportion, uniform and rather dull. They do not wear g-strings at the hospital. Underwear suited for wall to wall carpeting cover their most private parts and what might come as the biggest shock of all - diapers are used by a huge number and they are all size XXXXXL. Regarding the breasts: they have a baby hanging from them most times and when they are resting, a huge pad of absorbant material makes up a “bra diaper” used for absorbing running milk.

This is what women turn into when having babies. It is almost unbelievable that they have been able to attract men in the first place, looking at them deep inside the hospital walls where men are only a passive bystander. They become padded, strangely shaped, dressed in huge pieces of white fabric and honestly - they are not really attractive. Imagine the stress this puts on a immature teenager with his Baywatch fantasy of women. It can’t be healthy and it should be prevented for their own safety.

My view on women have changed. I was strangely impressed by the scenery. For a few days they are absolutely oblivious of their own person and change focus to the newborn baby. They put their life aside to make room for the other life. I have changed as well. But I am glad I had this sight at my age. My teenage dreams would have been shattered if I knew it would come to this.