The main reason I want to be a seahorse is because (if you'll indulge my use of colloquial language) Mrs Seahorse lays her eggs in Mr Seahorse's belly and leaves him to do the heavy heaving. Yes, if you see a seahorse spewing a stream of baby seahorses out its belly button, that's Mr Seahorse, not Mrs. This would save me the weeks when Mordor invades my knickers; as an added bonus, my uterus wouldn't regularly (or not so regularly, as the case may be) graffiti my best date-night knickers with stuff that Vanish won't clean.
Third Major Reason: Seahorses don't discriminate in the work-place. Finding food is everyone's responsibility – they live to feed themselves – and they don't really care what each other are doing. While it leaves little provision for retirement (see Potential Down-Side 2 below), the huge benefit is that an individual seahorse's worth isn't defined by biological sex or skin colour. It must be wonderful to be a member of a species that doesn't bully other members based on things that were genetic accidents they had no control over.
Other reasons include:
- The lack of parental input by seahorses. Yes, I feel the biological imperative to have babies; no, I don't want every conversation I have in the next decade to be interrupted by, “Mum, I need a wee,” “Mum, I'm hungry,” “Mum, my brother's pulling my hair...”
- Seahorses don't care about money. Imagine a life where all your work consisted of was finding food. No need to spend hours working for an ungrateful boss, or have the stress running your own business, just swimming.
- Housing is simple if you're a seahorse. All you really need is a bit of territory and some seaweed for Mr Seahorse to wrap his tail around while he's birthing your young. No rent or council tax, no heating and/or insulation, nothing but the warm ocean.
I could re-structure society so that I didn't have to write my race, gender, religion, and sexual orientation on every application form.
Would I be a better scientist if I had a cock rather than a pussy? No. Marie Curie was a woman who made great advances in her field; the fact that she lacked man-parts doesn't make her any less of a contributor to history than all the male chemists who won Nobel prizes. Would I be a better person? I'll leave an exception for hormone-related mood swings, but otherwise men are no better than women.
Does it matter? How does skin colour, genitalia, faith, or an appreciation for cock/pussy affect our personal worth enough to warrant declaring it on a form? The short answer is, it doesn't. But everyone is so caught up in their boxes and labels that we spend our lives fighting to be better than the rest, when all we should do is be a better version of ourselves. So screw it, I'll just become a seahorse.
Bridget Schuil - Lover of science, plants, tea, wine, peaceful pursuits and fast cars. You can follow Bridget on Twitter and read her blog here