As Oscar Wilde put it...

"All that I desire to point out is the general principle that Life imitates Art far more than Art imitates Life, and I feel sure that if you think seriously about it you will find that it is true. Life holds the mirror up to Art, and either reproduces some strange type imagined by painter or sculptor, or realises in fact what has been dreamed in fiction." (The Decay of Lying).




















From a story in the Argentinian newspaper Clarin (my translation and emphasis):

A man has 37 children and asks for an operation to not have any more

His name is Cleto Ruiz Díaz, he is 44 years old and lives in Corrientes. He has no permanent job. He has so many children he cannot remember their names. He wants to get a vasectomy to eliminate his reproductive capacity.

The story does not include the children's names, but who can have any doubt that they were Tiffany, Heather, Cody, Dylan, Dermot, Jordan, Taylor, Brittany, Wesley, Rumer, Scout, Cassidy, Zoe, Chloe, Max, Hunter, Kendall, Caitlin, Noah, Sasha, Morgan, Kyra, Ian, Lauren, Q-bert, and Phil? At least some of them.



(Hat tip goes to my cynical friend, who told me about the article without posting it but insisted on being credited anyway )