I'm from the league of extraordinary cuntywomen

A friend posted a status earlier expressing his dislike for people who alter their middle name on facebook so it reads “(insertnamehere)’s mummy (or mummie, mum, etc). I cannot help but share this dislike, although for me it is something more of a hatred than mere dislike. 

It seems to me that these women are all pretty much the same person, a few variants to this stereotype occur but they’re infrequent, firstly they’re probably a stay at home mum, which, of course, there is nothing at all wrong with, however spending all day with an infant is clearly impacting on the brains of these women who revert to key stage one levels of spelling and grammar as well as immature little obsessions that they can justify because they have kids… so they can at least pretend all the Hello Kitty crap in the house is for them. Secondly, I have observed that these people are often single, or if they’re not single then they’re normally another type of cretin altogether (one of those who goes on and on about their kid and their man and every time they go to the fucking toilet during the day). Thirdly, these women more than likely got pregnant by accident, yet they wear their motherhood like a badge of honour when they did little more than spread their legs to achieve it. 

My problem with this is not proud parents, if you are a parent and you’re not proud to be one and proud of your child, you’re doing it fucking wrong. Consider giving your child to an infertile couple who will adore it and provide for it as if it were their own. My problem with it is the fact that I cannot help but be full of pity for these women, the reason they feel the need to broadcast everything about their child, to the point where they cannot even have their own name without including the child’s in it, is because they have nothing else. They see their friends infrequently, even more so if the friends are childless, they have nothing to actually do except run around all day every day after someone else for little to no appreciation and, in the case of those that have partners, they have to wait until their “man” returns home to actually converse with another adult. The highlight of their day always seems to be the kids bed time so that they can have control of the television. I honestly can see nothing more pathetic than that, they have no personality of their own and the middle name alteration is nothing more than a confirmation of that fact. Motherhood is the only thing they will ever achieve. 

It’s no secret that I do not want children, I never have and I never will. I have no plans to have children at any point in the future (much to my mothers dismay) and there are numerous valid reasons for that, which I shall avoid going into right now. However, in a hypothetical situation involving me becoming a mother, I would never consider my child to be my proudest, or only, achievement. Of course I would adore my child, do my best for it and be proud of it every single day, but I’m not about to remove my personality to become a mother and become someone that bores her friends with pointless status updates about how my kid and family are doing. There is more to me than that and I cannot comprehend the mindset of a person that has so little to their personality that they will so willingly become a “mothering-bot” as I like to call them, since there is little to separate them from mindless drones. 

Mothers are actually a massive part of the reason I don’t want kids.