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People ask me if I want kids.
When I say I’m not sure, they assume I hate kids. Or that I’m selfish.
Is it really selfish to wonder first if I’d be a good parent. There’s certainly more than enough people procreating without giving any thought to whether they would be good parents or not.
I’m not talking about planning. I’m talking about, I have a kid, and do I have the resources- mental, emotional, financial- to give this kid a good life? Part of your responsibility as a parent is to NOT send another emotionally crippled, self-absorbed, needy, look-at-me asshole out there into the world.
There’s also a bit of an 1)overpopulation problem, 2) devastating global recession, 3) piss poor job market, 4) growing poverty level, need I go on?
My best bet if I were to be with child is to send that kid to India where he or she can have a “good American job” that has been outsourced there. Or Canada where at least if he or she gets sick there is free healthcare- even if you’re a hooker.