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Normal is in the eye of the beholden

In yesterday’s post, I talked about not wanting children. It bothers me that in the year of our endemic, 2023, it’s still considered the norm to  have children. Or rather, that people perceived as women are still pushed to have them. I had naively thought that in the thirty years that have passed since I was in prime breeding years, we would have evolved on this issue. But, no. We have not. If anything, we have regressed on so many diversity issues, it hurts my heart. I did not come back from the dead twice to live in a world that is worse for my niblings than it was for me at their age.

I honestly thought that we would have become a bit more enlightened by this time, but no. I know that it’s partly because the reaction to unwanted change is often fear and rage, but I’m discouraged (and fucking pissed off) that the conservatives are winning the fight to go back to the 1950s. Some liberals like to say that the old conservatives are dying out, but it isn’t as if they aren’t passing along their norms. Yes, the younger generations are better than us in many ways, but prejudices die hard. Those who are my age aand claim that the younger generations are prejudice-free are naive at best and willfully dismissive at worst.

The sad fact is that we always need someone to look down on. There always has to be an out-group in order to have an in-group. One could argue that we don’t need an in-group, but that’s human nature–to have an in-group, I mean. We tend to gravitate towards people who are like us. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing because it’s natural. However, the key is to not hate those who are different or automatically suspect them, and we are terrible at that.

It’s funny because I assume that I’m the weirdo in any given situation. Therefore, tnhe few times I actually realize I’m in the norm, it’s a very weird feeling. Or when I find a group in which I actually fit (for that one thing). But the problem with the latter is that groups that focus on one thing are oftentimes not great in other areas. When I was in college, I saw this play out in real time. For example, I belonged to an Asian group and brought up women’s issues a few times. The leadher of the group (a guy) told me we didn’t have time to tackle that.


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Looking in the mirror, darkly

When I was a little girl, I assumed I’d grow up, get married, and have children. Oh, going to college should be in there before the getting married bit. In fact, that’s where it was assumed I would find my husband. This was just a given, and it did not fill me with any joy.

Some women say that they’ve wanted to be mothers since they were really young. They played with their dolls and pretended the dolls were their babies. It was the main goal in their lives, which I accepted was the norm. I never felt the urge myself, but I resigned myself to having children.

Then, when I was in my early twenties, it hit me that I didn’t have to have children. I no longer know how that thought came about, but once it entered my brain, I was so relieved and happy, I’ve remembered it for the rest of my life. It really was a pivotal moment and still the best decision I’ve ever made.

I don’t think about it that often because, well, quite frankly, why would I? People rarely think about the absence of something they never wanted in the first place. The whole discussion about childfree versus childless is necessary and good, but I don’t care for either label because it still puts an emphasis on something that has absolutely no effect on my life.

I’ve said in the past that I’m as likely to call myself childfree as I am to call myself dogfree or guitarfree. I’m not equating children to dogs or guitars, of course, but just pointing out how little I think about any of these things.  No shade to having children, but it’s nowhere on my radar.


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