A couple weeks back I wrote a post criticizing Slate's "Dear Prudy" columnist when she suggested that a woman who was positive she didn't want children, reconsider that decision. Why? Because the woman's family really wanted her to. Oh. So a grown-up lady should get pregnant and have kids because her mommy wants her to. That makes sense.
I'm betting that if that same woman wrote in saying she didn't want breast implants, but that her husband really wanted her to go under the knife and get the funbags inflated, Prudy would've had a whole different take on the situation. And as stupid a scenario as that is, even that would make more sense as silicone bags don't crap themselves or throw tantrums.
Apparently I wasn't the only one who took issue with Prudy's bad advice, so this week she's back defending herself. She talks about how rich her life is now that she's spawned. How amazing it is to watch a child grow up.
That's great. For you. I have plenty of friends who've reproduced and I'd never tell them they'd made a grave mistake. By the same token, I expect them to respect my choice. And really, shouldn't giving birth to another human require a whole lot more thought than opting not to?
One of Prudy's lamest points is repeatedly referring to people without children as being "childless" instead of "childfree." She even confesses she does this to rankle her critics. Frankly, I don't care what she calls it as long as I don't have to wipe its ass.