The hypocrisy of every pro-life supporter. You care for the unborn and not the ones on this earth. You support the ban of muslims and do not care about the children who will suffer. You are not pro-life you are a hypocrite.
Rogue One - Felicity
Jones, Forest Whitaker, Diego Lyna, Ben Mendelsohn, Alan Tudyk, Donnie Yen, Riz
Ahmed, Mads Mikkelsen - #KCASquad #RogueOne
X-Men Apocalypse -
James McAvoy, Michael Fassbender, Jennifer Lawrence, Nicholas Hoult, Evan
Peters, Tye Sheridan, Ben Hardy, Kodi Smit-McPhee, Sophie Turner, Alexandra
Shipp,Olivia Munn - #KCASquad #XmenApocalypse
Civil War - Chris Evans, Robert Downey Jr., Scarlett Johansson, Sebastian Stan,
Anthony Mackie, Don Cheadle, Jeremy Renner, Chadwick Boseman - #KCASquad #CaptainAmericaCivilWar
Finding Dory - Ellen
DeGeneres, Albert Brooks, Kaitlin Olson, Hayden Rolence, Willem Dafoe, Ed O’Neill,
Ty Burrell, Eugene Levy - #KCASquad #FindingDory
TMNT: Out of The
Shadows - Noel Fisher, Jeremy Howard, Pete Ploszek, Alan Ritchson - #KCASquad #TMNT2
“What are you frightened will change when you have kids? What’s the big worry?”
Thanks for the ‘when’ there, armchair psychologist. That’s a red flag to begin with.
Put it this way. I’ve got a cold right now, and it’s a stinker. I can’t tell you how pitiful I feel. I’ve been crawling about the house for days, sniffling miserably to my angry boss down the phone and begging my husband to bring home soup. I emerge from my duvet cave only to make tea. I’ve watched every episode of Countdown they ever made. I am of no use to anyone right now.
Meanwhile, across the city, probably even somewhere on this street, there will be a mother of young kids who has the exact same cold that I do. And she will be cooking, cleaning, washing, drying, dressing, chasing, wiping, fetching, dashing, driving, soldiering onwards, because four-year-olds don’t give a fuck that Mummy feels poorly.
Kids are humans in their most concentrated form, before life has diluted them - before the need for us all to get along has rounded off those sharper edges.
And kids are selfish.
Most toddlers don’t even realise that Mummy is capable of becoming poorly. Mummy is just the mechanism by which all their needs and all their whims are met. Did you know that a lot of children master the word ‘daddy’ before the word ‘mummy’? It’s because Daddy’s arrival home each evening is an exciting event, marked by a desire to greet him somehow, to call for his attention. While Mummy is just there all the time - she’s basically furniture. There’s nothing novel or remarkable about the presence of Mummy.
What do I worry would change, if I became a mother?
I worry I would vanish in my own life. I worry I would just never get to be a priority again, ever. I worry that my pain and suffering would always be deemed less important than a toddler’s whims. (Why do men never have to explain this? Why are women expected to be okay with it?)
Does all that make me selfish?
Absolutely it does.
And I want to offset my selfishness. I want to look after other living things on the Earth, not just myself. I don’t want people to suffer or go without for my sake.
But is the best course of action really to produce a small genetic remix of myself, then devote all of my energy to it?
“Look how selfless I am,” I could say. “Behold how I sacrifice my own needs for the benefit of my child - just my child, of course. Nobody else’s. Just this specific individual child, who shares myDNA, and therefore deserves absolutely all of my resources, ahead of every other human in the world.”
If you want to give back, and do some good for other people, donate to charities building schools in the developing world. Give blood. Spend an afternoon at a soup kitchen. Give generously in support of your fellow humans, even those you aren’t related to. (Imagine!) Even those you will never meet.
Or hell, donate to the RSPCA - they’re doing good for living beings who aren’t even human.
Now that’s selfless. You’re caring for people who are not only genetically separate to you, but they don’t even share your species.
So, to answer the question, no - I don’t want to put myself last in my own life. I don’t want to drag myself out of bed when I’m ill and in pain, all for the good of an unnecessary child I didn’t want to produce. On the grand evolutionary scheme of things, as a member of my species, I matter just as much as an immediate descendant of mine would.
Why is everybody so desperate to hand over their life for someone else to live? What are you so ardently hoping your children will achieve? You go achieve it. You do it. Don’t just pass the baton along. You’re entitled to live your own life.
Why be yet another inch of vine, when you could be the fruit?
What on earth are you basing that on, kind stranger? Because from over here, I don’t know if my short supply of patience, tremendous reliance on copious alone time, general weariness regarding childlike things and lifelong aversion to mess and noise really make me a likely contender for Parent of the Year.
Why do people throw out these meaningless sentiments? Think of all the truly great mothers who work tirelessly towards the well-being and happiness of their children - how dreadful for them to be tossed in the same bag as me, who believes children are a sort of pestilent vomiting monkey.
Why is this often the only compliment that women receive? Nobody has ever told me I’d be a great firefighter, or a great doctor, or a great explorer.
Let’s say I was talking to a new acquaintance, and told her I wouldn’t really want to be a marine biologist. How weird would it be for her to insist, knowing almost nothing about me, that actually she thinks I would be a marvellous marine biologist? Especially if our previous conversation had involved how I like neither fish, nor boats, nor wearing a wet-suit, and nor do I ever want to learn to like them.
And yet people reassure me of my obvious suitability for motherhood on a regular basis.