Wicked children, we hates them, preciousss...
The above gem from this drooling rant from proabort troll 'Law', who shows up occasionally at Jill Stanek's blog to post a few tocophobic rants and then run. Here's the verbal vomit in its entirety:
“Babies are fulfilling work. Babies keep your feet on the ground. Babies remind you that you are not the center of the universe. Babies cause you to become creative with scheduling. Babies bring in a new set of more mature friends to your life. Babies hold you accountable. Babies will love you when no one else will. Babies teach you the meaning of love.”
What a bunch of sentimental, delusional claptrap.
This reminds me of those “If mothers were paid what they were worth they’d be paid $3,987,563,654 a year” screeds. Knowing how to use a bandaid makes you an MD and cutting the crusts of a PBJ and heating up a tray of chicken fingers makes you an executive chef, etc. And obviously single people and childless people have no families themselves and haven’t got a clue about “love.” Puh leaze. What absurd fantasyland do you live in??
If anything, you people don’t read the news, which is littered every day with “more mature” parents with their “feet on the ground and who are great at scheduling” abandoning or killing their kids or ignoring them to drown in the family pool while they sit at home playing Farmville. Just this past couple of months I read a story about a woman who left her toddler’s dead body on the side of a backroad, a dad who abandoned his toddler by a highway and it was found stabbed with hundreds of cactus needles, several stories about toddlers being crushed by the family television, and a story about toddlers’ hands being suspiciously scalded by the fireplace. How many li’l sizzlers are slated to die in their parent’s car this summer while either mom or dud “forgets” about them strapped in the back seat when temperatures soar to the upper 90s? http://parenting.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/06/25/children-dying-in-hot-cars/
But yeah, parents are awesome at scheduling!
They’re so awesome they regularly stand their friends up at the last minute when invited out, or if they DO bother to show up they’ll inevitably be anywhere between 30 and 60 minutes late. Of course junior will be the excuse.
I personally have never, ever met a single parent who had somehow become ever so much more mature or loving than any single or unchilded people I know. I’ve never met a parent who was particularly more hardworking (on the contrary they like to leave work early and often and use their sick children or school plays or PTA meetings or baseball practice as an excuse) while their childless coworkers pick up the slack. I HAVE, however, met ones with overblown senses of entitlement because their children were, at the expense of every other living creature on the planet, the most important thing ever born. I have met ones who demanded free government handouts, special parking spaces at the mall, and most of them are single-mindedly obsessed with their own children and couldn’t give a single you know what about anyone ELSE’s kid.
I finally stopped asking any of my childed coworkers or friends out to any events, not even as small as lunch or coffee, because they either ALWAYS say no or cancel at the last minute, stand me up, or show up late. Because they’re awesome at scheduling their OWN time and couldn’t care less about anyone else’s. Most of them like to complain about how they have no friends. It can’t be because of their awesome scheduling skills or the fact that they don’t know how to talk about anything other than their kids anymore.
No, my friends, parenthood does not bestow upon you any special powers and it doesn’t in any way make you a better person. Raising babies is not a holy calling, your children are not the second coming of Christ, if anything your kids will grow up to be complete nobodies just like you and you’ll largely become even more boring and self-absorbed than you already are. And I hate to break it to you, but your kids won’t love you when no one else will. They’ll scream at you that they hate you when they hit their teen years, and then when you get old they’ll shuffle you off to a nursing home at the first opportunity, will rarely if ever visit, and will fight amongst themselves for your money while waiting for you to die so they can inherit. Nothing says lovin like family feuds in the oven!
So yeah, from the inside you parents think you’re saints. Outside observers beg to differ.
Typical joyless, bitter feminist. Disparage motherhood while claiming you 'support all the choices of women.'
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