And this next one was taken...

My wife recently posted a blog about her inherent disinterest in other people's photos. Her main point of contention being that she has no interest in having snapshots of people and events foisted upon her of which she has no interest or connection. In a way, I must agree (however, I contend that a snapshot is just a blithe moment captured in time, a photograph is a work of art...discuss). This point of view brought me to a larger conclusion, a view based on the notion of not wanting to see another family's happenings.

If I wanted children, then I'd want to be around them, but since I don't want kids, I don't want to see yours. Just as I have no interest in seeing a photo of your rugrat as the tomato in the third grade play about nutrition, I have no interest in seeing that same child in public. I don't want to hear it talk, scream, cry, whine, moan, complain, shout, yell, blabber, sputter, sneeze, mumble, bitch, back-sass, giggle, burp, fart, yawn, whisper, or breathe. If I had any interest in that, I'd have one of my own. So why do I have to endure the ramblings and rumblings of your offspring when I'm out in public? As a non-smoker, I have the right to a smoke-free environment. Why can I not have the same protection as a non-breeder? Why must I endure your shortcommings as a parent in the tantrums of your child when I'm out at the Target or the Safeway? Why must my quiet romantic dinner be constantly interrupted by an urchin running circles around my table demanding foods he can only get at home? Why must my deliberately child-free existence be constantly intruded upon by exactly what I choose to avoid? Where are my child-free shopping centers, my urchin-free restaurants (hell, even bars allow children nowdays). And, really, what kind of a parent are you if you are out with a stroller-bound fuck-trophy at eleven o'clock at night gorging on Miller Lite and buffalo wings?

So, no I don't want to see your picture of little Johnny at the McDonald's playground spreading germs and disease in the plastic ball pit. I would rather see your parent license.


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