With the pressure that society puts on women to pop out so many children to repopulate the Earth at a rapid rate, and with my chronic melancholic attitude towards this situation, I give up. You win, society. You have pressured me enough to quit taking my birth control, destroy all the condoms in the world, and become pro-life. Damn, line me up straight away to get pregnant. Here comes the baby stuff!
Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. HA.
Fooled you, didn't I? I'll be the first one to tell you that I don't plan on having kids, and whenever the subject comes up of when I want to have kids, I always get a bit squeamish. Why do I have to push out children to be validated as a woman? Why can't I just come out of my mother's birth canal, be presented as girl, and if I'm comfortable as said gender, why can't it just be that simple? Why do I have to prove myself as a valued member of the gendered society if I have a baby?
Well, do I have news for you!
I am a parent. A proud parent. To two little girls. One is four, and one is going to be two. They're nice, small, and they're sisters. They hang out all the time, and they're always there for me whenever I need them. I give my little girls food, clothes, and all of the affection that they want. I brush their hair, bathe them, and take them on walks. You know, I buy them quality food and buy them treats. I make sure that their fur is nice and fluffy.
Wait a minute. Fur? Treats? Going on walks? What kind of children do you have?
Jokes on you. I'm a dog parent. I am the proud parent of two little puppies, Chanel Avery and Gracie Mae. We bought Chanel when she was eight weeks old in 2012, and we then bought her sister (not biological) in 2014 because Chanel was becoming depressed that she didn't have anyone to play with. I love my little girls. My mudskups. My cupcakes. My boogers. You get the point.
I don't plan on having children. I don't want them. I want dogs. All the dogs. Deal with it.
