Wank wank wank

[siannan]

Now, 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.

Comments

[cathain.livejournal.com]

My two older kids (both girls) lost their dad (he died) when they were 12 and 7. The one man who stepped into the breach and became their surrogate "dad" was a gay man I had become close friends with several years before and was actually their honest to god godfather. Like the good Irishwoman I was I had them christened in THE CHURCH and he was godfather to both of them. He took them over to his house and had pizza delivered and they watched videos or played in his backyard pool. He had no problem being his sweet flaming self around them and they played with jewelry and makeup. They hung out at the mall together and window shopped. He adored "his girls" and they adored him. He died from AIDS when they were 20 and 16. The loss was different but in some ways they lost their "dad" all over again. He wasn't necessarily childfree by choice but society of the '80's forced him to be. He was a very sweet and loving man and I am so happy that my daughters got to be influenced by him.

[ragabashtule.livejournal.com]

I guess you missed the memo that gay people are horrible when it comes to being around kids. They're all pedophiles, donchaknow! </sarcasm>

I'm really sorry to hear that he died. That's horrible, and must have been incredibly tragic for them and you. :/