Don’t get me wrong:
I am NOT one of those “childfree movement” types who suck up bandwidth bashing “breeders.”
I have no desire to turn my barrenness into a cause, and don’t care who does or doesn’t reproduce.
Fill yer (baby) booties! (…)
In my part of town (…) The one thing children were good for was going out for smokes when mom or dad were too drunk and lazy to get off the couch. Until they changed the laws about how old you had to be to buy cigarettes, that was pretty much my job.
My earliest memory is being thrown into a Christmas tree by one of my dad’s drunk friends.
(For years I thought I’d imagined that, but the guy who did it apologized decades later, at my father’s funeral.) (…)
Therefore we can see how having children ruins your life…
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PS — I’m not joking; this commercial is one of the actual reasons:
