I'm 55 and I Still Hate 'em. . .
. . .So take that, all you ignorant meddlers who told me when I was 15 and hated 'em, "You say that now, but. . ."
Forty years and I hate 'em more every year.
We don't change. We just become more like ourselves with the passing years.
Time vindicates those who know themselves.
And you know what? I'm proud to hate children. Somebody's got to make up for all the breeders who love them. . .to death.
If you hate 'em and you have 'em, you and they will regret it. My mother did and I do.
The planet will definitely regret it too. Earth's population has, what--doubled?--in forty years. In a few short decades there will be the equivalent of another whole China. We're in crisis now--economies are tanking, the environment is dying, species are disappearing even as ours expands exponentially. Voluntary won't fix it at this point--we need population mandates. Everyone who makes the childfree choice today contributes to a better equation in the next generation, when the powers that be will have tough enough decisions to make.
I had no sense about a lot of things and still don't, but not having had children was the best thing I (n)ever did! I am proud of it.
I shudder in horror at what my life would be had I let some tightass pulpit pounder or do-gooding Betty Crocker tell me, "You say that now, but. . ." Don't ever let anyone shame you away from owning your own experience. The closest person to you. . .is you.