Today I was speaking with a new acquaintance. The conversation was going well, then she asked:

"So, have ya got kids?"

I politely [without cackling or using the phrase "H-no"] advised that I do not.

The reaction was horrifying.

The look on her face was an unattractive mix of pity, superiority, disgust and something else... oh of course; judgement. I've never felt ashamed to not have a child. I am 21 years old, have lovely friends, intellectual stimulation, a satisfying life and I am financially independent. I have a Rwn, but that does not mean that I need a baby as a bonus. I've always felt somewhat satisfied with [most] of my life choices.

I could have reacted to the Big Question by adapting one of the following statements to the situation:
"What do you take me for, an idiot?"
"Yes, I really dodged a bullet there."
"Goodness no. Ugh!"
"HA!"

Instead I scurried back to my desk to put on the magical headset and listen to people complain about what really matters: The fact that a service will cost them money to use.

I, Agnes J. Stone, may make many a joke at another's expense. However, I make double that amount at my own cost. I do not however judge others with seriousness. If a person decides to meet a partner, mate with a partner, have a child, etc or not, then that is their choice. While it may be a different choice to my own, I am happy for him/her.

When we're single, we're not good enough until we find a man/woman/similar.

When we're in a relationship, we're not good enough until we jump through the next ring of fire: engagement and marriage.

The baby carriage best follow closely [and by that, I mean at least 9 months after The Affair of the White Dress and not a moment later] or your marriage is a sham. You're a beard and he wishes he was Tom. [Perhaps not as culturally relevant these days].

The children must be able to perform brain surgery while circumnavigating Mars in a Volvo, or they too are doomed to your fate of failure.

I haven't been subjected to judgement of my childlessness before. I don't fancy it at all.

The experience resulted in a bitter mood. Then I remembered an episode of Sex and the City which really relates to the situation. I've attached it to this post for your viewing pleasure. Come on, watch it. Like you have anything better to do.







Sincerely shoe swooning,
Agnes.

Thank you to Katie4907 for posting these snippets.