Clever Turtles

Remember when Angelina Jolie got a baby from Cambodia? And how everybody thought it was all cute and noble of her to adopt a baby? After little Maddox, Angelina went on a world tour and adopted a girl from Ethiopia, a boy from Namibia and her latest member of the happy jolie-pitt family was a Vietnamese boy....I think Angelina is a little bit on a baby-adopting frenzy.

Have babies become collectibles nowadays? Four countries down, 148 to go? Do you have a kid of from Paraguay for me, because my adoption agency made a mistake and now I'm stuck with two Thai babies.
I mean, if Madonna, the queen and ruler of all that is fashionable, also decides to take out a Malawian kid, then surely, we all must rush in to apply for our own piece of that big third country ethnic baby cake.

I suppose there is something very cool to it. Not only is it the ultimate noble charity deed,
but it also adds a little bit of colour (not meant to be taken literally) and globalisation to your life, which will make you über Trendy in Hollywood world.

Seriously though, I don't understand what the point of creating such a multi enthnical family is. Does one need to distinct itself from other oh-so-normal celebrities and their despicable ordinary life styles? Isn't it supposed to be extremely confusing for the kids??
In Jolie's case, not only did mommy use to walk around with her ex-daddy's blood around her neck (Billy Bob Thornton) and play around with her knife collection, but she is white, whereas baby no.1 is yellow(ISH!!!), his little brother and sister are black and his other brother looks kinda like him but definitely not alike....psychologically disorders all over the place if you ask me.

Up to a certain point, the whole mixed race family thing made me think about something else. My babies. Not that I'm thinking of having any babies of any kind in the near future. But I caught myself on thinking a little bit of discriminating and unethical thoughts when it comes to my future babies.

Making babies is like mixing paint in order to make a beautiful painting and beautiful paintings are beautiful when they have interesting colours. So painting red on red is conservative safe and boring, whereas mixing yellow and green creates refreshing new blue. What colours do I want my painting to have I wondered....

Afro-American vs. Russia, China vs. Korea, American vs. Italian, Germany vs. Korea, Afro-American vs. Korea, China vs. Spain, India vs. France, English vs. China and keep on mixing forever.
I swear I made all types of combinations in my head, which sounds kinda Yucky, but it was a pure technical contemplation. It's even more interesting when you see that all the people around you who have mixed blood flooding through their veins are all such incredible beautiful and interesting people.

In the end, I'm afraid that, in spite of all my racial baby fantasies, I'm still going to stick with a monochromatic painting, because my conservatism is stronger than my urge for creativity. My baby needs to know its roots and heritage and pass that through to my grand children and their children and I don't think that will happen unless I mix Chinese paint with Chinese paint.

....or maybe I'll add some Japanese or Korean.....