"Why Not Have A Kid"!! The, uh, people on display
at that site,
are on a line of thinking that I've been mulling over lately.
(If you can mull a line.)
My observation from living around Ketchikan, a town that
should just rename itself to Fucked-Up:
having a kid at 19, or whatever, doesn't fuck up
your life per se.
HOWEVER. Being a parent immensely
amplifies the fuction of any otherwise minor
In fact, having a kid at 19 can mess up your even just trying
to manage your young adulthood enough that you will have a
sensible all-the-rest-of-adulthood. "Well, I was going to go to grad
And iff'n there's a divorce, what if somebody wants to move, how does
that work with custody and visitation and oboy
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for all I know,
maybe having a kid is just what makes people's lives snap together
sensibly. "Wait, what the fuck– was I actually seriously
thinking for a second there about moving to Ithaca to get a Romance
Linguistics degree at Cornell?!?! Thank god Bruno walking into
the room made my brain reboot. Gawd! Oh, Bruno, yeah,
let's work on your spelling homework."
It's my blunt and blunted impression that if you're in America
and you're having a kid when you're
young and not-upper-class, it's
a serious wager that
things are actually going to be just fine.
And there's the odds, and there's the outcomes, and zow.
A lot of this must have been easier
Way Back When, before everything...
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I conject: nobody needs to say "I like kids ergo
let's get pregnant!".
There's a surplus of kids, and there's places where
you can go get one, one that might not otherwise end up having
parents at all unless you come on by.
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"When we got married, we had an agreement: we
were going to have an invisible baby,
and name it Ten Hours Sleep A Night." —Patton Oswalt
from the album
Warewolves and Lollipops.
the track at low-fi.
Everyone go buy the album. Nice DVD comes with it.