Yesterday at dinner the talk went from geekery to heated debate about babies in wombs and the role of doctors. You forget sometimes, when you hang out with your own group too often, what sorts of things are old hat to other people. "Here we go again," my friend said, as the discussion veered toward religion.
The people I hang out with almost never talk religion, not anymore. Our fervor for sharing and arguing our individual beliefs died down in our early twenties I think. Somebody hypothesized that it makes us get along better; I can't really tell.
My recently married friend and her husband then had an exploratory talk about if they would test potential offspring for genetic diseases. One side was vehemently against it and felt that altering the natural course of things was wrong. My friend was anti-abortion anyway, so the argument was more theoretical than practical. However, it kind of made me realize what a different plane they're on, this married couple who are actually having to make belief into reality.
Another friend recently had a baby with Down's. I thought they tested for that automatically but seeing as this was her second child and she's young, they didn't. I heard my friend's mother-in-law, the grandmother, cried for weeks. People said, "Luckily they're religious."
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