Wank wank wank
Jun. 19th, 2008 11:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
siannanNow, many of you fine people on my friend-of list have kids. As far as I am concerned, you're all good parents (because if you weren't I would dump you like...oh, like something dumpable, I'm too tired and ill today to think of a snappy simile). But you know, or oughta know by now, that Auntie does not do kids, does not want kids, and should not be left alone with kids because that is a Bad Idea. With that in mind, know that I ain't talking about any of you here.
So today there was some wankness in a friend's journal, where said friend was being criticized in a most sanctimonious fashion for...being childfree by choice. The wankmonger, oozing with Bingoisms, let this faceted turd of "wisdom" drop:
"[childfree] types of marriages seem to me curiously barren." YA-DUH. Barren of the crap that I do not want or need. I could wax rhapsodic about the abject misery and dissatisfaction I see with so many childed families. I would rather be barren of that kind of distress, thank you very much; since my proverbial cup runneth over with the delight and companionship that J. and I have nurtured and revel in.
Then there was this kick in the tuchas:
"children...are a tie to eternity."
ORLY.
It's this level of smug "my genes are precious little snowflakes that must be preserved no matter how diluted the DNA profile gets" egotism that cracks me up.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR ANCESTORS, much less SANG HOSANNAHS THAT THEY DECDED TO FUCK ONE FINE DAY? I don't even know the names of my great-grandparents, ferchrissake. My grandparents? 3/4 of them were idiots. My parents were a couple of social rejects; societal demands made my father stay married to a woman he initially settled for (not knowing he could have done better) and ended up despising and cohabiting with for 40+ years of non-communicative hell.
So yeah, I don't dance a merry jig of gratitude to my progenitors, and I think its the ultimate in narcissism to believe that having kids is some ersatz guarantee of immortality.
Carve your name in a rock. Then bury it. It'll be around longer, and it won't eat up your IRA.
So today there was some wankness in a friend's journal, where said friend was being criticized in a most sanctimonious fashion for...being childfree by choice. The wankmonger, oozing with Bingoisms, let this faceted turd of "wisdom" drop:
"[childfree] types of marriages seem to me curiously barren." YA-DUH. Barren of the crap that I do not want or need. I could wax rhapsodic about the abject misery and dissatisfaction I see with so many childed families. I would rather be barren of that kind of distress, thank you very much; since my proverbial cup runneth over with the delight and companionship that J. and I have nurtured and revel in.
Then there was this kick in the tuchas:
"children...are a tie to eternity."
ORLY.
It's this level of smug "my genes are precious little snowflakes that must be preserved no matter how diluted the DNA profile gets" egotism that cracks me up.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU EVEN THOUGHT ABOUT YOUR ANCESTORS, much less SANG HOSANNAHS THAT THEY DECDED TO FUCK ONE FINE DAY? I don't even know the names of my great-grandparents, ferchrissake. My grandparents? 3/4 of them were idiots. My parents were a couple of social rejects; societal demands made my father stay married to a woman he initially settled for (not knowing he could have done better) and ended up despising and cohabiting with for 40+ years of non-communicative hell.
So yeah, I don't dance a merry jig of gratitude to my progenitors, and I think its the ultimate in narcissism to believe that having kids is some ersatz guarantee of immortality.
Carve your name in a rock. Then bury it. It'll be around longer, and it won't eat up your IRA.
