03 June 2011

A Brief Rant

Ok, this has nothing to do with magick whatsoever.  I just need to rant for a moment. *takes a deep breath*

Yes, I am a female.  No, I do not want to hold your baby.  I don't want to hear your baby.  I sure as hell don't want to smell your baby.  No, I do not think babies are cute (though I'm fairly decent at faking it). I do not have a maternal bone in my body.  I would happily sell my ovaries if I didn't need them to regulate my hormones.  I'm very glad that you've found being a parent rewarding and enriching.  Good for you.  You are not me.  No, telling me how special your children are doesn't make me want to have any.  My biological clock is more quiet than a mute gerbil.  I have no problem with other people breeding, I just don't care to join the club.  At no point in my entire life have I ever wanted children.  I didn't like children when I was one.  For the love of all the Gods leave me alone.

This rant was prompted by a co-worker bringing in her month old baby to show it to the office and I was asked by a different co-worker why I wasn't rushing to see the squeeling bundle of pinkness.  Saying that I was as interested in seeing someone's baby as I was in watching an appendectomy would have been rude.  So I was polite to my co-workers and did my ranting here.

1 comment:

  1. I think it would be fun to watch an appendectomy.
    I like babies (to a degree, and only when they're not crying or vomiting), but honestly, I hate it when people bring babies anywhere to show them off. I make the motions of pretending to care, but really, if I want to ogle your baby, I will do it because it's being particularly adorable, not because you bring it to work (or school, or whatever).

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