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Monday, August 19, 2013

Reasons I should probably never be allowed to have children

You know how as soon as you’re married and turn 28, people start saying things like “why do you have all of these bobble heads in the living room” and “how many times have you set the kitchen on fire” and “is that a pink Magic 8-ball Jesus?” and “you’re married! why don’t you have kids!?”

“Outlook not good, Jennie. Also, my dad said you need to get it together.”

Then you turn 30 and people start saying things like “did I see you car dancing to Paula Abdul earlier?” and “where did you even find legwarmers after 1985?” and “that homeless guy is trying to holler at you” and “oh, you’re getting a divorce? Well at least y’all didn't have any kids! There’s still time!”

Let me know if you want me to show you how to fashion.


Then you turn 32 and people are like “womp womp. Have fun with that Uruk-Hai sword you bought. Looks like you’re never having kids.”

Well first of all, I WILL have fun with that Uruk-Hai sword I bought and don’t say that so condescendingly, unless you've played with an Uruk-Hai sword and thought “this is lame” which would have NEVER happened because playing with an Uruk-Hai sword is NEVER lame you fucking liar.

Exhibit A: Uruk-Hais know how to party.

Second, a psychic/potentially magical/slightly aggressive Buddhist monk told me I WOULD have kids and that they would be twins so 1) watch out for that train wreck and 2) shut your mouth. Third, maybe it’s better for my imaginary children named Blaze and Moxie that I haven’t had them yet because so far, I’m not shaping up to be great parent material. Also, I’ve already had three sets of baby names blatantly stolen from me because a) I share awesome ideas with people for FREE all of the time b) I don’t have kids yet and c) my friends are reckless, heartless, thieving a-holes. You know who you are. So if anyone else that knows me has babies and names them Blaze or Moxie, I am actually going to stab you. Here are some of the reasons it’s ok that I don’t have children yet.

1) I am super awkward around children.
When you meet a kid for the first time what do you do? I’m seriously asking a question. Because when I meet a baby for the first time, I’m like “Hello. I am Jennie. Here is my business card should you need anything from me in the future. Later on if you would like some assistance with your college essays, I’ll give you some notes. Alright. Nice meeting you.” And then I take a drink of tequila from my Big Gulp and walk away. Babies are often not a fan of this straightforward direct approach. I think they would prefer that I talk to them like idiots, but I have too much respect for you, babies. I suggest you set your standards a little higher. Contrarily, I have friends who are introduced to babies and are then immediately adopted as surrogate mothers. My sister, who once abandoned my brother and I to die during a potential home invasion/attack-monster situation and should therefore be a marginal kid-person at best, is incredible with kids.  They just wander up to her in the street like she’s some sort of pied-piper who attracts tiny humans that can’t properly feed themselves yet. Sort of like really drunk dwarves, but much less funny and astronomically more codependent. 

This looks exactly like the majority of children attracted to my sister and the majority of men attracted to me. 

On the other hand, on more than one occasion, babies have given me a look that silently says oh Christ here we go again and then they immediately try to log roll away, because babies are so stupid they can’t even walk. And I’m like shut up, baby! Who are you to judge me?! At least I can drive a car and count, you idiot! The only exceptions to this are my niece and nephew. Because once, I watched my nephew eat an entire piece of pizza before he had any teeth, and I was like “that is a kid who gets it,” and when my niece was three weeks old, she wrapped her tiny precious hands into my sister’s hair, pulled my sister’s face down to her sweet little baby face and sneezed into my sister’s mouth three times. And I was like “I couldn’t love her any more if she were my own.”

2) I often forget that threatening adults is acceptable, but threatening children is not as acceptable.
Like the time I told this bitchy little kid that she needed to stop beating the shit out of her classmates or someone would drop a house on her. Because if you’re going to insult a child, it’s best to threaten bodily injury in the context of The Wizard of Oz, therefore ruining both their faith in adults AND an awesome childhood movie. Or the time a kid I was watching kept playing with the knobs on the oven like a little asshole and I said, knock it off or I will straight stick you in that oven. Or the time I led an elementary school field trip when I was in high school and a kid kept sticking his fingers in the chinchilla cages and, even though I had asked him nicely several times to please don’t do that, seriously, he did it one time too many and I told him without a trace of hilarity that I swear to God if you do that one more time I am going to throw you in with that eight foot python. In my defense, all of these kids were real jerks. Oh. I’m terrible? And I shouldn’t threaten to throw a small child into a snake cage and watch him be strangled and swallowed whole and then digested half alive? Well first of all, calm down. The snake had already eaten.  And second of all, you’re a liar if you’re telling me you’ve never met ONE kid you wouldn’t throw to a ravenous snake.

Game. Set. Match, bitches.


3) Sometimes, I think kids are assholes and there’s probably something fundamentally wrong with that.
In my defense, sometimes kids are assholes. I'm sorry?You don’t think so?
  • One time, my friend’s child approached her on the couch, snuggled up in her lap, threw a fucking rock in her drink, laughed and ran away. If an adult did that, you’d be like, “don’t worry about that Janice because that guy’s an asshole.”
  • I once watched a child ask for juice, and then after she got said juice, she unscrewed the top of her sippy cup and poured the fucking juice out all over the floor while staring at her mother in the eyes the whole time. First, fuck you, that’s creepy. And second, if I visited you, asked you for apple juice and then after you gave it to me, purposefully poured it all over the floor while staring at you, you would be like “Jennie. You are a drunk asshole. Go home.”
  • Another one of my friend’s children wanted to sleep in their dog’s kennel, and when his mother told him no, because his mother does not want to go to jail, the child went over and tried to beat the shit out of their dog. Like a motherfucking serial murderer. Because that child was also an asshole.

OK. Forget this one. I was right and it’s perfectly ok to sometimes think that kids are assholes. Damien was a kid. Those freaky ass twins from The Shining were kids. Linda Blair was a kid in The Exorcist. And Macaulay Caulkin was a kid in The Good Son. And it’s pretty safe to say that all of these things are scientific evidence that kids can be real assholes. 

4) I was confident that purchasing an Uruk-Hai sword would be a good investment.
Formula costs money. So do diapers, cribs, baby clothes, bottles and eventually college. Well I’ve got news for you, kiddo. My Uruk-Hai sword costs money too. And I haven’t even paid off my OWN college loans, you selfish a-hole. Also, I can’t use a child to chop a water jug or pineapple in half.


See?



In fact, I’m pretty sure that’s the gist of what Toni Morrison was trying to say with Beloved. (Toni Morrison, if you’re reading this, I’m so, so sorry for that.) All I’m saying is that if something goes wrong, I can sharpen or throw away my Uruk-Hai sword, but I cannot sharpen or throw away a baby.

5) I’m probably not a wonderful influence.
Have you ever been simultaneously babysitting and watching a realistically gory episode of Criminal Minds and thought “maybe I should put something else on”? Oh you have? Because I haven’t. Ditto for Paranormal Witness, Law and Order SVU and Freddy Vs. Jason. Ever been watching a two-year-old and they want half of your Starbucks Caramel Frappuccino and instead of saying “no, pumpkin, here’s your juice,” you say “don’t tell your mom” and hand it over?  No? Here’s a list of other reasons I’m probably not a proper full-time influence for children broken down by category:

Health
  • One time, I ate whipped cream for dinner
  • Sometimes, I lie about how many times I’ve eaten whipped cream for dinner
  • For like a month, I was dizzy, had headaches, and also had seventeen other signs of high blood pressure and I was like I’m going to ignore this away until a doctor was like I cannot give you any kind of diet pills with your blood pressure this high, Jesus Christ go to the hospital you're about to die
  • I did not know until my late 20s that gyms were open before 10 am

Finances
  • On more than one occasion, I have looked at my bank account, known that I had $500 and spent $300 on makeup
  • I considered $68 for an Uruk-Hai sword a good investment
  • Several times, I have had to choose between dinner for the rest of the week and manicures, and I choose manicures 100 percent of the time
  • One time, someone stole my purse and then sort of gave it back because he felt sorry for me

Relationships
  • I have dated a man who moved to another state without telling me mid-relationship
  • I have dated a man for a year and a half who broke up with me via text
  • I have dated a man whose idea of romance was asking me to go to a hotel on our first date
  • I have dated a man whose idea of proper wedding attire was Jordans and blue jeans, and this man was not LL Cool J

Common Sense
  • I have a Master’s degree in literature
  • Once, while holding a glass of tea in my hand, I turned my wrist to check the time, and spilled the tea all over me, the floor and the dog; it took me a minute to realize what happened
  • I one time swallowed the tine of a plastic fork at dinner and didn’t realize it until the meal was over
  • I broke an “unbreakable” pyrex dish to prove a point


So look. I’m not saying that I don’t want Blaze or Moxie. I’m just saying that it’s ok that I haven’t had them yet, because maybe the authorities would have to get involved once I started threatening to put them in the oven or letting them have Starbucks while watching Paranormal Witness. Either that, or they would turn out just like me, and while I think that’s pretty badass, the rest of my family and friends would be like “we’re moving to Canada because fuck it, enough is enough.”

And that hurts, guys.

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11 comments:

  1. First off, I'm a mom and I don't know that I'm qualified either. Second, where can I get an Uruk-Hai sword, because that shit is a good investment!

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    1. you should find one on amazon and then we can have uruk hai sword fights!

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  2. Mom here, too, and, if there were a test to get to BE a mom beforehand, I would have failed.

    Many of the little brats do behave in an assholish manner. Mine probably learned that from me.

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    1. then you have done your job correctly.

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  3. 1. No one should be allowed to have children. None of the people of current child-bearing age are qualified to be parents.

    2. My husband was actually worried about having kids, because he was pretty sure I was going to hate my children. That's because I hated all but two or three children, and at movies I would cry if a dog was killed but not care if kids died.

    3. My kids are the shit, they are awesome, and everyone else's kids (except those of my best friends) are still terrible.

    4. At least once a week, I look at my children and think, "What the hell is going on here? Who gave me these children? I am in charge of too many things. Any valuable life knowledge these children have is completely accidental."

    5. I just thought about how many things I'm in charge of and now I'm freaking out a little. And this is why people wind up watching reality television at 10:30 at night.

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    1. i made a to-do list once and then immediately watched a real world/road rules marathon for no reason and i hate both of those shows.

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  4. you look fabulous in leg warmers.

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    1. you have excellent taste and should be rewarded with your own legwarmers.

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  5. Being that I'm nearly 30, married, and am asked at least weekly why I don't have children, I hear ya. And yes, there are many asshole kids out there. Sadly, the asshole parents and grandparents are clueless as to the asshole-ish nature of the (grand)kid. Been there, done that, ended a 10 yr friendship over an asshole kid.
    Lets be childless, happy, free spirited adults together! But keep your tequila, I'll bring my vodka.

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    1. that is the perfect arrangement. can we also live off of cookies somehow?

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