Woman Posts Craigslist Ad Seeking Man Who Knocked Her Up At Chicago Megadeth/Motörhead Show
By Jon Graef in Arts & Entertainment on Apr 12, 2012 9:20PM
You like lulz and nonchalantly explicit Craigslist ads, right? Sure you do. Here’s one straight from the City of Wind, purportedly written by a young lass trying to find her bathroom stall hook-up at February’s Megadeth/Motörhead Gigantour stop at the Aragon Ballroom.
The kicker? She says she’s pregnant, and wants the alleged father to “contact [her] if you want to be a part of your child’s life.” Gulp.
Here’s a screengrab of the ad, from The Next Web.
The ad, of course posted in Craigslist’s “missed connections,” has been pinballing around social networks, usually with some variant of “classy” posted by the person who’s sharing it. Because that’s how you do wit on social networks—just repost something with one word added, since it only takes a single ironic juxtaposition to show your inherent superiority to the thing you’re commenting about. Duh!
So let’s say the ad is fake (the brutal lack of transition between the tantalizing details of the hook-up to “anyway, I’m pregnant” suggests a comedic mind at work). No harm, no foul, and we all get to laugh at metalheads. After all, nobody who listens to hip-hop or indie-rock ever engages in questionable, unsavory public behavior, right?
And if it’s real? Then perhaps we should reverse the flow of this conversation, Chicago river-style, from uncomfortably laughing at the ribald nature of it all to something resembling, oh, I don’t know, human decency, concern, or why the fuck not, empathy.
This woman’s options include single motherhood, adoption, or abortion, all of which at a bare minimum will put her through various stages of the emotional ringer. It’s not that culpability shouldn’t enter the conversation at some point - condoms, people! - so much as laughing at soon-to-be single moms, however misguided their efforts to find the alleged father of their child may be, is pretty much the Internet at its worst.
But whatever. Do the right thing. Help a sister out. Email firstname.lastname@example.org if you’re the guy in question, or can help find him.
Here’s “Ace of Spades”, just as a mental palate cleanser.