I love little human puppies, adorable bubs, streaks of lightning on two legs, teenage buds blossoming into adulthood… kids.
Every time I have anything to do with one, I need to deal with the unasked thought, “What kind of a life were you brought into?”
For decades now, I have read the evidence: that future is going to be brutal, nasty and short. Even the generation of my children have suffered. For example, I suspect a great majority of them have undetected mutations thanks to all the poisons in our environment, and the radiation released in nuclear activities. The epidemics of cancer, depression, anxiety, addictive behaviours, random, mindless violence are reactions to a crazy society.
My view has been a rarity, but please read this brief article in Huffington Post about choosing to be childfree.
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