Posted on 09/30/2011 1:35:15 PM PDT by ReformationFan
A lawyer who donated sperm to pay his way through college has learned that he has fathered an astonishing 70 children.
More than 15 of those have already attempted to contact 33-year-old Ben Seisler.
The donor confessed to his fiancée as part of a new reality show, Sperm Donor, that aired on the Style Network on Tuesday.
Seisler donated sperm for three years while attending law school at George Mason, Virginia. He earned around $150 per donation.
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If the fiances has an ounce of common sense, she would move, change her number and quickly!
Is he liable for support?
Oops, fiancee not fiances (must have been thinking of finances). My bad!
he won
why? did he personally inseminate these chicks??
What a classy way to tell her, Lord Etiquette.
You’re absolutely correct. I’d run as fast as I could.
This should not be allowed.
Better he should have been spaying his way.
I find the IVF industry the most amoral enterprise in the history of human endeavor.
Playing God - not a good idea.
Oh, and another question(for anybody out there: why do they call him a sperm "donor"? Wasn't he a sperm "vendor"?
No government has ever passed a law stating that a sperm donor should be financially responsible for their sires, yet.
It’s all fun and profit right up until the kids contact you, find out you’re a lawyer and go “**** you, pay me”.
No... he simply donated his sperm. That being said, would you want to have children with a man who has already had seventy children or more? Thirty-three have already contacted the man or tried to contact him meaning they obviously want some sort of “relationship” or meeting with him. If she looks into her future family with this man, would her children deal without trauma knowing they have at least 70 half brothers or sisters out there? Also, at some point, I wouldn’t be surprised if one or a dozen don’t try to make a claim to his estate. They may not “win” legally but what type of expenses will be incurred by the “real” children? (I am assuming probably most of the estate). Sometimes in life, one should look down the road a bit before making the ultimate commitment. If that young woman was my daughter or close friend, I’d tell her to go now. He only divulged this little bit of “info” on a reality show (?) and after so many of his children (or children resulting from donation or whatever) tried to contact him.
It certainly sounds like it.
Dear fiancee, run, don't walk. Zot only knows what else he will do for money.
(And lest I be accused of misanthropy, I'd say the same about a woman who sold her eggs for others' use. A person who will sell his/her progeny is not a "keeper."
Geeze. I’m sure the guy never thought he’d
end up as the favorite so many times.
That said, the fiance should still run;
what an effing inconsiderate jerk to put
her through that on TV, unless he told her
ahead and they pretended... oh, never mind, it’s
all a bit sick. Including the whole idea
of a show called ‘Sperm Donor’....
“Why do they call it a sperm bank?”
Because the man is banking on the kids not finding out who he really is... (snicker, snicker)
Since it’s a British situation and related to sperm donation, it reminded me of one of the funniest “jokes” I have read in a long long time. It is a bit long, but very much worth the read.......
The British Governments policy of socialized medicine has recently been broadened to include a service called Proxy Fathers. Under the government plan, any married woman who is unable to become pregnant through the first five years of her marriage may request the service of a proxy father — a government employee who attempts to solve the couples problem by impregnating the wife.
The Smiths, a young couple, have no children and a proxy father is due to arrive. Leaving for work, Mr. Smith says, *I am off. The government man should be here soon.* Moments later a door-to-door baby photographer rings the bell.
Mrs. Smith: Good morning.
Salesman: Good morning, madam. You do not know me, but I have come to...
Mrs. Smith: (Interrupting) No need to explain, I have been expecting you.
Salesman: Really? Well, good. I have made a specialty of babies, specially twins.
Mrs. Smith: That is what my husband and I had hoped. Please come in and have a seat.
Salesman: (Sitting) Then you do not need to be sold on the idea?
Mrs. Smith: Do not concern yourself. My husband and I both agree this is the right thing to do.
Salesman: Well, perhaps we should get down to it?
Mrs. Smith: (Blushing) Just where do we start?
Salesman: Leave everything to me. I usually try two in the bathtub, one on the couch and perhaps a couple on the bed. Sometimes the living room floor allows the subject to really spread out.
Mrs. Smith: Bathtub, living room floor? No wonder it has not worked for Harry and me.
Salesman: Well, madam, none of us can guarantee a good one every time, but if we try several locations and I shoot from six or seven angles, I am sure you will be pleased with the results. In fact, my business card says, *I aim to please.*
Mrs. Smith: Pardon me, but this is a little informal, is it not?
Salesman: Madam, in my line of work, a man must be at ease and take his time. I would love to be in and out in five minutes, but you would be disappointed with that.
Mrs. Smith: I know! Have you had much success at this?
Salesman: (Opening his briefcase and finding baby pictures) Just look at this picture. Believe it or not, it was done on top of a bus in downtown London.
Mrs. Smith: Oh, my!!
Salesman: And here are pictures of the prettiest twins in town. They turned out exceptionally well when you consider their mother was so difficult to work with.
Mrs. Smith: She was?
Salesman: Yes, I am afraid so. I finally had to take her down to Hyde Park to get the job done right. I have never worked under such impossible conditions. People were crowding around four and five deep, pushing to get a good look.
Mrs. Smith: Four and five deep?
Salesman: Yes and for more than three hours, too. The mother got so excited she started bouncing around, squealing and yelling at the crowd. I could not concentrate. I am afraid I had to ask a couple of men to restrain her. By that time darkness was approaching and I began to rush my shots. When the squirrels began nibbling on my equipment I just packed it all in.
Mrs. Smith: You mean they actually chewed on your, eh.., equipment?
Salesman: That is right, but it is all in a days work. I consider my work a pleasure. I have spent years perfecting my patented technique. Now take this baby, I shot this one in the front window of a big department store.
Mrs. Smith: I just cannot believe it.
Salesman: Well, madam, if you are ready, I will set up my tripod so that we can get to work.
Mrs. Smith: TRIPOD?!?
Salesman: Oh yes, I have to use a tripod to rest my equipment on. It is much too heavy and unwieldy for me to hold while I am shooting. Mrs. Smith?... Mrs. Smith?... My goodness, she has fainted!
Just cannot wrap my mind around this whole concept.
Would like to see the data on how many ‘sperm banks’ exist. How many “egg cartons’ and how many ‘vendors’.
If this ‘practice’ continues - there will be millions of humans who are all half-siblings or cousins. That is chilling.
Children are now ‘livestock’.
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