Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Women's Choice About Having Children



Kids.  Do you have them or not?  Plenty of nosy, bossy, superior-feeling, condescending busybodies with righteous fury say all women must have kids – if you physically can that is.  What the hell business is it of theirs I ask you?


Lets back up and start at the beginning.  When I was a child, teenager and even young adult, I thought I wanted children.  Three, just like my momma and oldest sister.  Then I grew up and realized a few things.  Wait.  Let’s back this up memory train up even farther. 


I became an aunt when I was 5.5 years old, became an aunt for the second time 1 year later, and became an aunt for the third time when I was 10.  Back then I did not fully realize what an aunt was supposed to be.  My nieces felt like little sisters.  My oldest sister and her husband and their three daughters all lived relatively close to my parents, middle sister and me for most of my nieces’ child and teenage years. 


My nieces and I were literally growing up together.  We had plenty of fun times together - riding horses, playing in the hayshed attached to my dad’s barn, walking through the horse pasture and woods and other farm related activities.  And since there is 13 years difference between my oldest sister and me, and 6 years between my middle sister and me, my nieces did give me youngsters to play board games and Barbie dolls with.  It was delightful having them around.  And so, I thought it would be cool to have kids of my own to play with as well when I got to that point in my life.


Now, on with the story as implied by the title. 


So, probably up until the age of 22, I believed I was going to have three children – all girls.  You know following family tradition.  ;-)  Then as I was growing into a somewhat mature thoughtful adult, I started learning more about the world and myself.  Through this learning and accompanying observations, I decided that two children would be easier for me to handle.  A couple of years after dating my boyfriend, now husband, he thought having two children would work for us as well.  He grew up in a family of three too, but he is the oldest of a brother and sister.  Then a few more years went by, and we sort of debated about only having one child.  Then as time went on, we realized that ‘no children’ was the way for us. 


You see, after nearly 6 years of marriage (married in June 2009), we sincerely, without a flicker of doubt, truly enjoy our childless marriage.  We like having time just for ourselves, being responsible for only ourselves (dog and fish being the exceptions here).  It has gotten to the point where when someone (stranger or not) asks when we are having children, we may have to resort to LYING.  We lie and say ‘they are not in the plans just now.’  When a society values honesty, they sure as hell are hypocrites when the truth is different than their opinion.  Shame on us for trying to be honest and answer those terrible, personal inquiries with an honest answer by saying ‘we do not want children.’


I am of the mind that a person should do what makes them happy since we only get one shot at living in this big, opinion-filled, shame-you-for-being-different world.  Not having children makes my husband and me happy.  Do those interfering, patronizing people who say we should have children not care if it will make my husband and me happy?  No.  Absolutely not.  You know why.  Because they are selfish clowns who feel they must pressure couples, women in particular, to be just like them.  Why would I want to be just like someone else and live a life similar to them?


Take children to dance recitals, music lessons, sportsball stuff, birthday parties of classmates, miss work because they are sick, plan summer vacations around them, and choose restaurants and movies because of them?   What makes people who don’t know me (even some who do) think all of that will make me happy?  Just because that works for them does NOT automatically mean it will work for me.  In fact, that does not mean that kind of lifestyle works for all women.  Yes, I specifically said women in that previous sentence, because it’s usually not the men who are pressured by society to create children.


The other day I was reading a blog on Facebook, Humans of New York, and in it a woman talked about a male co-worker saying she should have children “because [she is] a woman.”  What the hell kind of reasoning is that?  My immediate, internal reply to his dumbass excuse was “You are a man with sperm.  Does that mean you are going to procreate?   Because you know, having the resources to create life absolutely means you must have children.” 


I have had arguments with people about this very subject.  One was with a disrespectful, loud-mouth co-worker and the other close-minded, chauvinistic customer who felt he knew me well enough to have this kind of personal conversation with me.  Let me first say a little something about the co-worker argument.  Husband and I have a dog, had him since he was 8 weeks old, and for the first few months of having him, he slept in his bed on the floor at the foot of our bed.  Then around 7 months old, he decided it would be great fun to get up at 5am to play.  Hubby and I minded that decision quite a bit and would get him in to bed with us so we could all sleep another couple of hours before getting up and ready for work.  Then getting him in bed with us at that un-godly hour, eventually turned into him jumping into bed of his own accord at the even un-godlier hour of 3am.  This, as you can probably guess the natural progression of things, turned into him just getting into bed with us when we went to bed.  When he was little, and before he really became the spoiled rotten dog that he is today, I said that I would never let a dog sleep in my bed.  So because of this statement “I would never let a dog sleep in my bed,” my co-worker thought that was a logical reasoning to refute my stance of not ever having kids.  “But Kacee,” he would say, “you said you never would let your dog sleep with but he does now.  So that means by saying you never want kids means that someday you will want them.”  Really???  How the hell does letting a dog sleep in my bed when I originally did not want him to in any small way compare to that of having children?  People do realize that moving a dog’s sleeping place is vastly, unequivocally different than having children right?  Is there something I am missing to this puzzle?  Since when did having a dog sleep in my bed show that I am ready to have sleepless nights, make many trips to a pediatrician, prepare a child for school, help for 12 years with homework, attend PTAs and all the other responsibilities that come along with raising children?  Since WHEN????  NEVER, is the appropriate answer. 


The argument I had with the all-too-inquisitive, no-boundaries customer was kind of similar to that with my co-worker.  He could not understand how I, and every other woman, have a CHOICE on whether or not we want to actually produce offspring.  CHOICE.  We have a CHOICE.  Do I need to write it again?  Do you need to read it again?  CHOICE.  We have a CHOICE.  Having children is NOT a requirement to be a fulfilled woman or spouse. With the co-worker and customer, I finally had to tell them that this conversation topic was closed for further discussion, and that I was not arguing anymore with them about it. 


Then recently, I had a former co-worker – female - tell me that ‘[my] clock is ticking and [I] better hurry.’  (as I write this, I will turn 34 yo this year).  What the hell?  Since her child was with her, I could not respond in the verbally profane way I wanted, so I just replied that my clock doesn’t work and moved the conversation along. 


Who the fuck do these people think they are telling me that I should have children?  Are they going to help me raise them?  Are they going to support my children financially?  Are they going to help me take the children to the doctor?  The answers are No, No, and No.  So in that case, they can shut their mouths and learn some respect. 


As you can tell, this subject gets me extremely riled up and full of rage.  Why why why does society and other moms think that all women MUST have children?  If you listen to/read entertainment news, you will find that many times female celebrities are asked when they will have a child or another child.  Or they are asked why they don’t want children.   Check out this link of what I am talking about and the thoughtful, forthright answers. http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/08/25-famous-women-on-childlessness.html   These ladies have a great, unabashed and confident handle on themselves and their life, and I particularly like Gloria Steinem’s “everybody does not have to live in the same way.”  As best I can tell, male celebrities aren’t asked when they will have children.  Or have someone stupidly and absurdly ask ‘if you do have children how will you balance work and family or will you quit work to raise your children.”  If male celebrities are asked this, it is rarely reported on.  So if the other half of our species, who has the other part of the required goods that helps make more of us, is not asked when they will make a child, why does the fairer half of our species seem to be the only ones nosy busybodies concentrate on when talking about children?????


Ok, rant over.  I just hope that people will start being respectful of others, especially on this subject.


Today’s pun courtesy of the interwebs


I asked a librarian if she was free this afternoon, she said she was all booked up.
















Friday, February 6, 2015

Women, We are Marvels!

Because I have been hearing and reading so much about this subject lately, I came up with this poem.  Hopefully it is well done; I do not usually write poems. So if this is not good, I am sorry; but I do like the 3rd line.  hehehehe!!!   ;-)


Radio, social media , tv are all talking about women
Some are classifying us as objects, not good for much
Saying we can’t be leaders or rulers because we don’t have semen
They need their egos intact and inflated; greed is their crutch

Others saying we can be superwoman.  Can be strong
and have emotions; be kind, still be leaders.
An admired lady speaking at UN, representing. We belong.
Stopping uneducated drivel, the equality others try to censor

More than vaginas, periods, emotions with cooking skills
More than boobs, baby-nursing and lower wages
Equal we are, just like the others; we’re more than giving thrills.
Intelligent, creative, witty; while the others try to keep us in cages

Just like the others are supposed to be good for more
than bar drinks, food tabs, door holders and better drivers
Just like they are supposed to be smarter, stronger and so sure
Of themselves, thinking they’re secret agent Macgyvers

We are more than soft, blabbing irrational beings
We are more than silly girls who laugh at their dumb jokes
We vote, educate, lead, heal. Do more than wild dreaming.
Damn it, we are WOMEN.  Strong. Capable. Marvelous. Greatness we invoke!


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Since at the beginning of this whole adventure I promised puns for nearly every post, here is today's pun courtesy, as always, of the interwebs:


Smaller babies may be delivered by stork but the heavier ones need a crane

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Christmas with Mixed Feelings


Over the past few years I have not always decorated our home for the Christmas season; this includes not putting up a Christmas tree every year.  I love Christmas, enjoy Christmas sermons at church, fully delight in Christmas songs and have fun with family and friends during this special time.  But for some reason, I often have a hard time putting up decorations. 

I think part of it stems from the fact that when I was younger and in school, taking down the tree and trimmings meant Christmas break was fast coming to an end.  This ending of a two week break always did make me somewhat depressed; my free time was and still is important to me, and school was not something about which I was always thrilled.  Also I do not have anyone in the house that experiences child-like glee, excitement and anticipation of Christmas; so there is no pure innocent enthusiasm I can catch from others in my house.   But still I feel the house is empty without any kind of decorations and that the spirit of the season has not fully settled into our home.

When I was living with my parents, my dad would take us out to a field nearby for us to search for and cut down a Christmas tree.  That was always a fun and exhilarating time for me.  We would get the tree back to the house, put in a stand, and my sister and I would decorate it with combination of ornaments we made, given to us by a grandmother and from a store.   Putting up the tree and knowing what lay ahead for us was such a pleasure to me as child and even into my teen years.  But then later in my teen years I was the only child left in the house and taking down the tree after Christmas became more like a chore.   Not to mention Christmas break coming rapidly to an end really dampened my mood.

But here I am many years later and I cannot settle my feelings on Christmas decorations.  Since being in the real world and becoming a working adult, I have learned better how to deal with my feelings for the couple of days we might get off for Christmas.  Though I still strongly miss those 2 week school breaks, I hope today’s students do not take that time for granted because before they know it will all be over. 

So back to decorating my house.  For a few of the years we lived in a loft in Atlanta, I would get about a 4 foot tree and put it on the dining area table.  The reason: there is no telling what our dog would have done to the tree and ornaments while we were away if it had been standing on the floor in the traditional manner.  Earlier this month while telling one of my co-workers I was not putting up a tree this Christmas, she jokingly called me ‘un-American.’  Since Thanksgiving I have wrestled with the idea of decorating our house or not and felt slightly distressed by the thoughts of both. 

After much consideration, I finally decided on putting up a few decorations with a winter theme.  So I bought some small, woodland, winter-themed ornaments and set them on a decorative plate and put them in the living room.  These ornaments consist of a super cute squirrel, a snowman, ‘pine branches’ with accompanying pine cones, an old-fashioned lantern and a couple of other small woodsy baubles.  I did make two small ‘Christmas trees’ that are cone-shaped and made of foam; these are wrapped in a wintry-themed wrapping paper.  And on our front door, I have a wintry themed wreath.  So with these trimmings, I feel good about leaving them up through January; though I will take down the “Christmas trees”.  I wanted things to leave up for a while and not look Christmas-y, and I think I accomplished my goal.  So now my house does not feel empty, even though I do not have up many things, and I feel a little more prepared for Christmas and the spirit it brings. 

So Merry Christmas, Season’s Greetings, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year to all!!!  I hope you celebrate in whatever way makes the season merry and bright to you!

Todays pun courtesy of the interwebs:

What did the Gingerbread Man put on his bed?  A cookie sheet!

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Men and the Alphabet



Men have taken over everything.  Thankfully, for many decades and generations, we women have been asking politely or aggressively for some of those things back.  The other day at work, I had to deal with a customer that just pushed all of my buttons and set me off.  Now by this time, I do not recall any of the conversation or why the customer called, but at some point, the customer had to give me the VIN to a vehicle.  Now as I am sure most of you know, when giving words for the alphabet – such as A for Apple – most of the time, the letters are associated with a man’s name or something male.   Like this:  B for Boy, C for Charlie, D for Daniel, E for Edward, F for Frank, G for George, H for Harry, J for John or Jack, K for King, O for Oscar, P for Peter, R for Robert, S for Sam, T for Tom, V for Victor and W for William.  Right there, those are 16 male things for the alphabet; that is more than ½ of the alphabet.  How the hell did we women get mostly pushed out of the frigging alphabet???  I mean, I know we have M for Mary, N for Nancy and Q for Queen, but those three are hardly a consolation prize are they?  3 whole letters out of 26 total.  How pathetic!
 
After years of working in insurance, using the above words has been ingrained in me, but I am trying to change it.  There are times, I will admit, that I do fall back on using the afore-mentioned words, but I try really hard not to.  For many months I had a piece of paper taped to my desk that had a selection of words to use for the alphabet and NONE of them were male related.  For example, for the letter “B” I had Billboard, Bridge and Bird.  For “C” I had Cash, Candle and Checkers.  For “P” I had Practice, Patience and Plastic.  For “E” I had Electric, Eggshell and Effort.  Sometimes using the words “Patience” and “Effort” reminded me to put in a great deal of Effort in showing Patience with some of the customers I have to deal with.  ;-)
 
Anyway, after my conversation with this customer who just got deeply under my skin, I told my co-worker about men even taking over the f’ing alphabet.  I then said with much disdain and aggression in my voice ‘that when men start taking over periods and childbirth, then they can have something as simple and gender-neutral as the alphabet too.”**
 
So for any of you ladies reading this, I strongly urge you to stop using male words for the alphabet.  Give those hairy, power-obsessed, dictating, greedy bastards a swift kick in their male-tacos and roar “ENOUGH.  We are tired of being put down and pushed around.  Give us our fair share.  And while you are at it, quit scratching your balls in public.”
 
 **By the way when I told that to my co-worker she almost fell out of her chair from laughter
This post's pun courtesy of the interwebs: An elevator makes ghosts happy because it lifts the spirits.