Well, let me just put a stop to this shit right now. You can give me gold-plated day care and an awesome public school right on the street corner and start paying me 15% more at work, and I still do not want a baby. I don’t particularly like babies. They are loud and smelly and, above all other things, demanding. No matter how much free day care you throw at women, babies are still time-sucking monsters with their constant neediness. No matter how flexible you make my work schedule, my entire life would be overturned by a baby. I like my life how it is, with my ability to do what I want when I want without having to arrange for a babysitter. I like being able to watch True Detective right now and not wait until baby is in bed. I like sex in any room of the house I please. I don’t want a baby. I’ve heard your pro-baby arguments. Glad those work for you, but they are unconvincing to me. Nothing will make me want a baby.
And don’t float “adoption” as an answer. Adoption? Fuck you, seriously. I am not turning my body over for nine months of gaining weight and puking and being tired and suffering and not being able to sleep on my side and going to the hospital for a bout of misery and pain so that some couple I don’t know and probably don’t even like can have a baby. I don’t owe that couple a free couch to sleep on while they come to my city to check out the local orphans, so I sure as shit don’t own them my body. I like drinking alcohol and eating soft cheese. I like not having a giant growth protruding out of my stomach. I hate hospitals and like not having stretch marks. We don’t even force men to donate sperm—a largely pleasurable activity with no physical cost—so forcing women to donate babies is reprehensible.
"So, reading those three paragraphs above? I bet at some point you recoiled a bit, even if you don’t want to have recoiled a bit. Don’t I sound selfish? Hedonistic? Isn’t there something very unfeminine about my bluntness here? Hell, I’m performing against gender norms so hard that even I recoil a little.
This is actually what I think, and I feel zero guilt about it, but I know that saying so out loud will cause people to want to hit me with the Bad Woman ruler, and that causes a little dread. Why do we feel this way?
What kind of training and socialization did we receive that made us think there’s something terribly wrong about a woman who is hurting no one and is actually pretty nice but wants what she wants in her private life and doesn’t apologize about it? Is there a reason that we should bully women into pretending that they’re more interested in being selfless and eternally nurturing than they actually are, even at great cost to themselves?”
"It’s the social economic version of “just stop being depressed”"
thats exactly what bothers me about “forget money follow your dreams” like lol ok poor people just stop being poor and do things start a business
just acknowledge we live in a capitalist society and that following a dream isn’t achievable for everyone like. be real. i’m a positive person but i’m not full of illusions about how things work.
You can do this, Sammy! I have faith in you. <3
Thanks Roxy ;.; *hugs* Final week is always brutal.
How are you doing?
YOU CAN DO IT KINO!!
Thanks dude ;w; I’m just super worried if it’s gonna come out good. I have the weekend off, but I have to work all week. PLUS I forgot I have to finish up ANOTHER project on Friday that is way overdue. Luckily I just have to paint it a solid white and I can turn the fucker in and be done with it.
I forsee lots of coffee and less sleep in my immediate future.
how many times have u looked at strangers and noticed small good things about them like “whoa the way their hair bounces is cute” “she has such nice eyelashes” “her hands look so soft” “those pants suit her well” etc?
so many random strangers. you have been one of those for so many other people too.
people do notice.
I have until next Monday to make a kite (that will actually fly) as well as design 3 huge posters and creatively collect information for the posters. Oh and we have to have visuals of our information collecting and put it up on the wall to show progress blah/blah AND make a process book for it.
Fucking kill me.