as some of you out there may have noticed, i took down some snarky posts that i had written last week. and if you happened to read those posts, you know they weren't very nice. of course, in my mind, i was being an asshole to the people i don't know, but it's hard to hit a particular demographic without making some of your close friends upset. that's why i took it down.
to be perfectly honest, i don't think less of my friends for having kids. i also don't think that they are egotistical selfish people to have procreated. to clear things up, let me try to appeal to those of you who know the type of person i was referring to in the past posts. The Entitled Parent. you know who they are. the ones who take up a whole sidewalk with their stroller. the one who applied for preschool while the child is still a fetus. the one who can't stop comparing her child with yours. the ones who never seem to stop judging how a woman holds, feeds, talks to, dresses her child.
and i know you know someone like that. so let me be the first to contradict my rampant feelings in the previous posts about having kids:
us women can be sharks. we're snotty, passive aggressive, mean, judgmental freaks. i feel having kids is bad enough in our society where we don't anyone walking down the street. the last thing that a mother needs is a withering stare from some other mother because her kid has a pacifier. i think we need to help one another more in this world of child-rearing. it take a village and all that. but not to point out what's being done wrong. just help. and understand that everyone, EVERYONE, is different. so don't snort at a woman because she lets her kid sleep in bed with her at night.
a complete 180, huh?
and maybe my comments come from a jealousy that i'll never experience anything like parenthood. sure, i could put diapers on my cat, but i'm fairly certain she'd try to scratch my eyes out. not exactly bonding. but as my 6th friend in as many months gives birth to yet another baby, i can't help but wonder what makes her so special? of course, if i had married a guy who wanted kids, i'd probably have a padlock on my vagina. i'm never satisfied, really.
so to angela, angela, catherine, erica, tameika, and dawn, congratulations. and to nancy and sam, i'm sorry for saying some sh*tty things that i really didn't mean. well, i meant them for very specific people, just not you. and mom, thanks for not putting any pressure on me. 'cause lord knows the best you can hope for is grandcats.
