Who could not be pleased for Jacinda Ardern and Clarke Gayford that they are now the parents of an apparently healthy baby girl? I can’t think of a more life-changing experience.
They are entitled to our best wishes. But two things strike me about the national reaction to the event.
The first is that judging by the purring emanating from politicians, media commentators and people on the street, by which I mean all that tiresome, self-congratulatory stuff about New Zealand showing the world how things should be done, you’d think we were all miraculously involved in the baby’s conception.
Well, hang on. It’s Jacinda Ardern’s and Clarke Gayford’s baby, not ours. There’s something slightly creepy about the way the entire country seems to be claiming credit for the birth.
The other thing is that many of the people cooing with delight over the event also support women’s right to have an abortion. But can someone please explain how a baby can be a source of such joy in one set of circumstances, yet be treated as something to be discarded as an inconvenience in another? I just don’t get it.