Yeah, you know what else falls out a person's vagina, or urethra, when a baby is made? Their sense of their obligations to the REST OF THE FUCKING WORLD. Suddenly, it's me, me, my baby, my kids, me, me, me. It's sick making.
Driving like a maniac in a freaking tank and running folks off the road to get Snotleigh to kids culinary classes? Its okay, it's for the kid's enrichment.
Getting an animal you can't possibly care for, and abandoning it to the shelter and probable death because Craply whined for one for months and now refuses to care for it? It's okay, it was for the family, to teach responsibility.
Buying cheap crap at Walmart made by 10 year olds in sweat shops because Shittums needs a brand new pair of jeans every month? It's okay because we've gotta keep up with the rest of the families.
Living in a craptacular shitass subdivision where all the houses look alike, there are no sidewalks and community charters that require everyone to have the same mail box, shrubs, and no clothes lines? It's okay, because it's safest for the family.
Alls I can say is the next person who tells me how unselfish and giving they are for having children will get to hear just exactly how I'd like them to go GET FUCKED.