I started a mailing list thingy here for our webcomics meetup.

I’m really on a childfree kick this week, aren’t I?

OMG WTF. This is the worst cake I have ever seen in my life, maybe. CONGRATULATIONS, YOU ARE GONNA NEED VAGINA TIGHTENING SURGERY AND LOSE CONTROL OF YOUR PEE PEE FROM NOW ON IN LIFE:

OH GOD. THE EYES. THE EYES!!!!!! AAAAAAAA. This one gets the crying icon.

More (and worse) at Cakewrecks.

I’m not sure that most women truly understand what it means to have a child. A lot of us are raised to embrace a Cinderella-type mentality, find a guy, get married, live in a house and splort out 2.5 kids. The problem I find with this is that some women embrace this way of thinking, don’t appear to think at all about what it really means, and end up utterly depressed when they realize how hard and isolating raising children really is.

Having a baby is the same as joining a cult. Every aspect of your life changes. If you are a responsible parent, you will be spending most of the next 18 years tending to another human.

Your life as you know it is over when a child comes into the picture. Vacations are not the same. Perhaps you won’t be able to even afford taking one. All of your money will go to the kid’s clothing, schooling, medical bills, and day care.

When someone tells me that they plan to have a child, the English translation is simply that this is when our friendship will end. This is not because I choose to end it, it is because they are going to undergo a life change that no longer has room for pre-parenthood friendship. Their life will be about their child for the rest of their life and we won’t really have anything to talk about because we won’t do the same things anymore.

Before I started my comic, I sat around at college and watched anime for 5 hours a day with friends and then we stayed up all night. After I started my comic, I had to work a full time job plus another 4-8 hours after I got home.

You are correct. I lost nearly all of my college friends and found new friends who also create something in a similar way. It wasn’t planned. It just happened.

My old friends were not interested in my newfound motivation. They wanted to drink the beers and sleep in until 10AM. My switching from passive to active was a huge life change. In a way, my work is my child. The only other time a complete shedding of friends happened was after another life change – after my senior year of High School.

So the thing that I’m saying is that I wish that it appeared that more women made a strategic choice based on their adult life and not on some expectation drilled into their head from the time they were a baby.

If more people actually thought things through, we would have more responsible parents walking around. I think that if you find the right person and are lucky enough to have the right money and situation, that is the time when one should start thinking about children. Reality should be carefully considered. It should be done with adult reason…not over their princess playset at the age of 3.

Via deleteyourself.

When I was a little girl, I decided that I didn’t want to have children. Having spent all of my life struggling through poverty, I didn’t want to put anyone else through what I had gone through.

When I was 19 and in college, I ended up being sick all the time. I asked my doctor about removing or otherwise disabling my girl parts to get rid of the problem. She refused to talk about it because she thought I was too young to make a decision about my painful baby basket. I informed her that it didn’t matter because I would not be having children. She replied, “Never say never” as if she were some kind of smart ass Chuck E. Cheese.

Here I am at 29. I was told – no – promised by others that this is the magical time when I would reconsider. No matter what I say or do, some people are convinced that I’ll have a fundamental shift in ideology. From how people talk, you would think that it would be time to embark on a mad rush to become a large baby ejection vessel like a frenzied lunatic.

Erm…no. I still have no desire whatsoever to have children. The cargo bay is closed for business. I am still on shore leave.

Sure, I have thought about it. I like other people’s kids OK. I’m good as long as I can give the kid back to their parents. I’m a great Aunt. Parent? No desire for it. If I truly wanted a child, I’d adopt. My path in life is to do well and contribute to organizations that do good things for children like the places that helped me out along the way. There are too many unloved kids for me to think otherwise, “settle down”, or even stop working for just a second.

I have a mission.