This Is Why You Don’t Mix DNA

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If you can’t read the above question, or can’t believe you just read the above question, here it is:

“If I Am Pregnant Will The Baby Be Part My Man’s Wife Too? I heard the DNA might get mixed because they are married and it would be 50% him (because he is a man) and then 25% me and her. It has something to do with a baby needs two x’s and one y and that is how a child gets it if the dad is married, right? P.S. Don’t worry, he is going to leave her soon because he loves me. She is psycho though and is holding on to him even though he hates her. I am only asking because I don’t want my baby to look like her. She is gross”.

You do the math.

50% Β of a baby’s DNA is from the daddy + 25% from the mommy + 25% from the baby daddy’s wife = gross baby.

This question, posed on the internet, is funny because it’s so unbelievable (yet in reality, it’s a sad situation). I wonder where she got the 50/25/25 information? There is still sex education in school, isn’t there?

When I was young (OK, admittedly a long time ago), what facts you didn’t know, or already suspect, were taught in 5th grade. The boys were ushered into one classroom with the male gym teacher, and the girls were kept in another with a female teacher. Β After a short film, and no discussion (because no one dared ask a question), we went back to our regular classroom and spent the rest of the day avoiding eye contact with the opposite sex. We knew, that they knew, what we knew.

Of course, the teachers never covered the baby daddy subject since it wasn’t trending at that time.

Although, if this girl is on to something, it could explain why one of your siblings is nothing like the rest of the family. They weren’t switched at birth at the hospital, or abducted by aliens and replaced with an alien baby as you suspected. Their DNA got “mixed.”

I’m sure quite a few of you are wondering about this right now. While you may not like the idea of your daddy mixing it up with anyone, when it comes down to it, that has to be better than thinking you share the same genetic makeup as your bizarre family member.

And honey, he’s never going to leave her. Go find a man worthy of your X chromosome.

23 thoughts on “This Is Why You Don’t Mix DNA

  1. Un-bloody-believable. Thanks for sharing. Wish it had made me laugh. The corner of my moth twitched a little, but that was the sole attempt of my body to react to this in a positive way. When I say “to this” I mean of course that lady’s question, not your commentary, which I enjoyed very much. Particularly liked the ‘avoiding eye contact’ scenario. Incidentally, we got a mixed-class sex education, as there were only four boys and the teacher thought it would be a waste of time sending them to a boys-only class. My best friend was the first to ask a question (trust her to get engaged where sex talk was concerned): “Mr…” (yes: we were a class-full of girls getting sex talk from a man). “Mr. How do we know what the right size condom is? I mean… that thing looks pretty big, but is it a medium, large or XL? And Mr, is it the guy’s responsibility to put it on or are we supposed to help?”
    Bless her. Safe sex all the way πŸ™‚

    • Agree. I wondered about even posting this. Hopefully, someone has helped set her straight by now (and that she has dumped that loser).

      Good for your best friend! I wouldn’t have been as gutsy. I’m sure her spunk has been a great asset for her.

      • I think it’s great that you posted that, even though the question was so ludicrous, and I share your hope that she’s found away out of both that way of thinking and the terrible non-relationship she got herself into.
        And re my best friend, yes, absolutely, she’s still as gutsy as ever, and doing very well πŸ™‚

  2. I asked a question at my 6th grade sex talk too. The principal had just finished telling all of us boys about what comes out of the man and where it goes, but I was still confused. So I asked, “How do we know when it’s supposed to come out?”

    See, they completely omitted any sort of context, so I was puzzled. I looked around and none of my friends knew either. I mean, what if we were out on the playground and it was time for something to come out? We’d have to run around and find a girl to put it in.

    Anyway, the principal, looked nervously from side to side, swallowed hard and said, “You’ll know.”

    In retrospect, I suppose he was right, but his answer was not helpful at the time.

    I bet he talked about me in the teacher’s lounge for years.

    • Of course you were confused. I don’t think he could have been more cryptic. Props to you for having the courage to ask.
      Hopefully, teachers are clearer about the whole baby thing these days, although from the looks of that question posted on-line, I have my doubts.
      And I guess it’s always good to be remembered. πŸ™‚

  3. Maybe this was only a made-up problem to promote the site, to make it more popular. I am trying hard here to have a super positive look at this and hope that crazy people are not this crazy. πŸ™‚

    xoxo, Eszter

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