Well, yeah. We are just all interchangable ants, our lives rendered meaningless by our multiplicity. Or at least, one can choose to look at it that way, if one wishes to.
To my POV, the ‘miracle of birth’ may have happened 83 billion times for humans throughout history, but it has only happened once for my buddy Sue, and twice for my brother David’s wife.
Well, obviously I don’t expect you to give a shit. Nether, for that matter, do I give one about you. You are just another of those “83 billion” to me (and admittedly, me to you). Except for the Internet connection, of course!
However, point is that I do give a shit about them, and assuming you have friends and brothers, I would sorta expect you would give a shit about them.
Heh, I finally learned about this one first hand last Christmas. I had always thought/assumed being gay was my ‘get out of jail free’ card on the whole ‘when are you giving me grandchildren’ conversation.
No issues with my parents, who take the tack that gay couples having children is an unholy abomination or some such. The surprise was my father not-yet-in-law, who has said in the past that he doesn’t think gay couples should raise kids. (for reasons I’m not quite sure of) His youngest son graduated high school last year and one of the first things he asked us when we were there was…“So, have you two thought about adopting?” ARGH! Damned empty nest syndrome!
During the months when it comes down to choosing between food and rent, I won’t have to worry about how much Junior is eating and whether I can convince him to eat less (not to mention not having to feed twice the number of people in the first place). Same with things like clothes – at least for my own I can wait until the old ones wear out. For Junior, the clothes that fit three months ago are already too small.
I don’t have to figure out how and when it’s age-appropriate to explain things like “It’s not okay to hit people when you’re mad” vs. “it’s okay to hit people if they consent and think it’s hot and you take reasonable care not to cause permanent damage.” Nor do I have to worry about possibly being walked-in-upon, and whether it will permanently scar the kid, or become a “teachable moment.”
I won’t have to take time out for “teachable moments” when I’ve got other, better things I’m busy with/rather be doing, too.
No screaming. The pitch of children’s shrieking makes me nauseous; always has, even as a kid.
Yes. Please point to any posts which have “villified” children. Villification: To make vicious and defamatory statements about.
Saying true things, like “its expensive to raise children” and “your time is less flexible when you have children” is not villification. It’s being honest that some things come with tradeoffs.
“I can’t go out of town unless I find someone to feed my geriatric cat. It is less convenient than when he was younger and I could just leave 3 bowls of dry cat food for him.” Did I just villify my cat? Uh, no. I noted an inconvenience.
BTW, “I don’t like children” and “childbirth repulses me” are also not statements which villify children.
Heh, my parents aren’t prejudiced - being gay would not have got me off the hook, not in the least. Not that their pestering did anything more than annoy me, mind. One cannot be pestered into doing something like having children - or at least, I can’t.
That’s one thing I hate about these discussions. There’s a small group of people who see the words “I don’t like kids” and somehow their minds interpret that as “I run up and kick toddlers off of their big-wheels.”
Besides, my observation is that kids don’t have Big Wheels anymore anyway. Most are swaddled in bubble wrap and squeezed into their Maclaren’s until at least kindergarten. They’re only let out to run in restaurants.
Kids are a clearly defined subset of our population. Try substituting any other subset of our population and see what kind of reaction you get.
“I don’t like Jews”
“I don’t like Asians”
“I don’t like women”
“I don’t like men”
“I don’t like gays”
“I don’t like fat people”
I think you are glossing over the sentiment behind that phrase. It’s not the same as saying “I don’t like Cheeze Whiz”.
Which of these things are NOT factually true of children? Which of them ARE factually true of any of the other groups on your list?
children have different intellectual capacities than adults.
They don’t always understand cause & effect
they can’t always control their emotions.
Some times their behavior is simply inexplicable by adult standards.
It is usually not appropriate to talk to a child using the same words and tone of voice as an adult
Children, over time, will cease to be children.
I don’t get it. What has any of that to do with not liking them? Because they are different from adults?
My feelings towards those who don’t like children are exactly similar to my feelings towards those who dislike any other general group of people, like “women” or “the elderly”: it’s their choice, and there is nothing wrong with it, but it is - limiting. After all, society is made up of all sorts of people, including women, the elderly, and children; not liking one or another group as a generality must make social interactions - difficult.
I’m not going to dig up the exact posts to quote but I’m sure they can be easily found. Note that vilify also means “to lower in estimation or importance”
Examples:
We should be “childfree” - as in free from children. As if children were a liability or a desease. Debt free. Desease free. Smoke free. Nuclear free. Child free.
Children are a burden. One that we should do a cost/benefit analysis on to determine if the burden is worth carrying. Denegrating children to the level of a financial transaction.
Childbirth is repulsive. It’s a small step to infer that only a repulsive product can come from such a repulsive process.
Children are a ploy by parents to get free stuff. They have no merit on their own but merely a vehicle to get more stuff from other people.
I agree with you that the statement “I don’t like children” doesn’t vilify children. However, it does indicate a different level of distain and hate than most people are willing to admit. Or perhaps they are willing to admit but haven’t yet.