I’m not going to take it anymore!
As luck would have it, today is I’m Not Going to Take it Anymore Day. That fits in perfect with what’s on my mind so I see no choice but to run with it!
I’m not into making New Years Resolutions. They only lead to disappointment in February. So I don’t make them. But if I made them, mine for 2019 would be to defend myself against the idiotic statement “You don’t understand because you don’t have kids”.
It’s true that I have never pushed a small human out of my vagina. It’s true that I never felt compelled to try to make that happen. I will ever give you that it’s true that I don’t understand WHY people want kids. But that’s where it ends.
I wholeheartedly reject the premise that since I have never been pregnant that I lack empathy. I utterly reject the idea that since I’ve never taken prenatal vitamins I don’t understand what it’s like to lose a family member to a sudden death. I will not submit to the notion that since I never procreated I don’t understand the tragedy of childhood cancer. I will not agree with you that my lack of tax deductions means I am unable to comprehend that parenting is difficult. I refuse to accept your idea that since I’ve never peed on a plastic stick and watched it turn color I can’t possibly know what true love is.
There are a lot of things in this world I don’t understand. How anyone can still support Donald Trump. How airplanes stay in the sky. Quantum physics. The appeal of today’s pop music. Why NFL kickers were, as a group, awful this year. I sincerely doubt that my lack of mini mes contributes to my lack of understanding of any of these. Or anything else for that matter.