I'm on a roll

A heaping side dish to an earlier post about foot-and-mouth sufferers.
The depiction of adoption, particularly from the People’s Republic of China, on national television so far off from reality I cannot fathom how this stuff gets the final OK to air.
I need to draft a firm yet educationally enlightening letter to the networks. In it I will plead: Please do your research before writing these completely false story lines about China adoption. You are spreading false information to the public, creating false expectations to potential adoptive parents.
Worst of all, network people, you are subjecting real adoptive parents to inane lines of questioning from the viewing public based on these totally false tales spun on television.
Case in point: the “King of Queens” series finale that aired earlier this month featured a longtime couple on the brink of divorce when their adoption agency calls, thereby saving their union, and says “come to China right now, your baby has just been born.”
Ok, it does not work like that at all. I’m not saying a sitcom has to chronicle every nuance of an international adoption. For that to happen, the show would be more like Ken Burns’ documentary, except 10 hours longer.
What I’m saying is that it’s a loooong process. For us, it was two years. The way things are going now, it could be much longer than that.
You don’t get a random call about your baby being born. Babies rarely become eligible for adoption before they are six or seven months old. They become eligible for adoption in part because their birth parents and circumstances of their origin are unknown.
And even when you do get “the call”, there’s still a lot of bureaucracy before you get to China.
Our little one was eight months old when we first learned her name, saw her picture. The information and photographs we received on her were from her five-month-old medical exam. Still, we had to wait an additional two months to travel, during which we applied for a visa to enter China, completed additional paperwork, and prepared carefully for this monumental experience.
You don’t just grab a pair of chopsticks, your passport, and race your soon-to-be ex-husband to the airport, as was shown in “King of Queens.”
God. And I kind of liked that show. But this finale really ticked me off.
I won’t even go into how offensive it was when Carrie takes a pregnancy test in China and learns she’s pregnant. Yeah, because that always happens. And then the couple has to decided WHAT TO DO ABOUT THE BABY THEY JUST ADOPTED. I wanted to be sick. I wanted to scream.
I mean how hard could it have been to even Google “China adoption” or read a few China adoption blogs, before writing the script?
Too hard, apparently.
“Sex and the City” did the same thing for its series sendoff. In this case, socialite Charlotte gets a folder in the mail with her newborn baby girl in China’s picture on it. Folder came directly from China.
That doesn’t happen, either. But enough is enough on this topic.
I’m just sensitive to this. Also, I’m concerned. If storylines about subjects I know well are this far off base from reality, how much else are we being fed on TV that’s all just a dish of crapola? Food for thought.