"Do I have to have a baby to quit everything I do, or can I just quit everything?"
– Chelsea Peretti
It's not enough that have to put up with noisy children interrupting my meals out, my naps at home, and my personal space. I also have to endure countless social media updates regarding the status of sea monkey lookin' fetuses and ever-growing belly photos. I don't want you to post 8,000 photos of your baby's face anymore than you want me to post 500 of my ass.
You baby-brains don't realize it, but what you're doing is actually rude. What if I don't want to watch your descent into gestational diabetes or a mental breakdown? What if it makes me physically sick to read about your newest forays into breast feeding? It's not that I don't like you or the fact that you chose to procreate, but I don't particularly care about the explicit details of the changes to your body or what's in your child's mouth/diaper.
I want your culturally created ideas of what life should be like to stay out of the way of my personally created ideas of how I want my life to be. I want you to stop shoving your religion of parenthood down my throat.
Cheers to the comrades like me who really just want to live their life without dripping diapers, shrill screams, and constant mess. This one's for the people who understand that it's completely normal and sane not to want kids.