Rant of the Week: Submissions Welcomed from the Childfree, Fence-Sitters and Parents!
Have you seen a Facebook potty training photo lately? Then you, my friend, might be in need of a rant. And we’d like to hear about it.
Maybe you made the mistake of wearing an empire-waist dress to work and your idiot boss asked if you were pregnant. Maybe your Childfree friend is annoyed when your toddler touches them with sticky hands, but lets her cat jump on your lap when you’re violently allergic. Maybe you got caught in someone else’s full-blown toddler Learning Moment when you were just trying to have a phone call with your BFF. Maybe you revealed your intended baby name to a friend who promptly stole it to name their new daschund. Maybe your mother-in-law asked when she could expect some grandkids out of you…before she was even legally your mother-in-law. Maybe your Mommy & Me class looked at you like you just admitted to murdering kittens in your spare time when you say you’re not buying organic baby food. Maybe you’ve heard “but it’s all totally worth it” for the seven millionth time this year from people who look like the living dead and do nothing but complain about their kids. Maybe you work retail and just want to scream at the parents who let their child yank down a whole stack of perfectly folded towels.
Clearly there’s a lot to complain about, so let’s get down to business. I’m looking for rants on anything related to being Childfree, being a parent in this insane society, being undecided, or having to deal with OPK (Other People’s Kids). But let’s try to keep things above the belt, shall we? No name-calling (e.g., parents = breeders) or blanket generalizations (e.g., the Childfree are selfish). I’m not gathering these rants to incite a war between parents and the Childfree. I’m doing it to give people a space to vent, to hear comments or ask advice from others on these issues, and hopefully raise awareness on both sides of the fence about what drives us collectively nuts.
Send your rant with a title to liz[at]maybebabymaybenot.com. If you’d like to remain anonymous (and I suggest it!), feel free to come up with your own call-sign (e.g., Pissed Parent in Philadelphia), or I’ll just make one up for you. If you’re a fellow blogger (and are therefore familiar with living in fear of people getting angry with you for writing about them), feel free to include a line about your blog at the end with a link to it.
Let the airing of grievances begin…