To Nadya Suleman.
(Ed. Note: I generally prefer to avoid current events here, especially when they don't affect me personally. I am also pretty pro-personal freedom, which includes the right to make stupid decisions. However, this saga has taken a twist I wish to comment upon.)
Dear "Octomom":
I have watched the situation with you and your many children from a distance, with no small amount of alarm and dismay. However, I tend to feel that way whenever I see someone turning themselves into a brood mare, popping out kids like candy in a Pez dispenser. That's just my bias; in this modern world, with its dwindling resources and ever-expanding population, I find that behavior to be selfish and irresponsible. Not that it's any of my business what you do with your body, though.
I read today that you have been told by the hospital where your new sports team is currently staying that, when they are well enough to consider leaving the hospital, they might refuse to release the children to you.
Well, bravo. It's about time someone put the children's needs first. It's obvious that person is not you (although it SHOULD BE, you self-centered attention whore). Mommy and Daddy didn't love you enough? Awww, poor baby - not. Spend your money on therapy, and you'd be well-adjusted enough to be ready to deal with the needs of children. You could have dozens of kids, but they won't fill the hole in your psyche - only you can, and only by working through your issues, not passing them on to the next generation.
You live with your parents.
You don't have a job.
You think you don't need to get out there and work, and that you can just push the kids off on others to care for while you go back to school.
The house you live in is being foreclosed on, so you may all be out on the streets.
You better start thinking, and fast. You could lose all your kids - not just the ones in the hospital - and that might be doing all of you a big favor. There isn't anyone in your family that couldn't use an opportunity to GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER. That requires focus, which leaves none of you with the ability to give any of those kids the attention they deserve.
My recommendation is a lot of intensive headshrinking. That might allow all of you to get your heads out of your asses, and realize you have a duty and responsibility for all these children. LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH. It's a lot of hard work, and you have to sacrifice a lot of your desires in order to put THEM first, because they don't give a shit about your issues - they just know they're hungry, and poopy, and they need clothes, and for you to PAY ATTENTION. You can't do that if you're busy navel-gazing, or worse, staring at your own reflection, still feeling ugly and inadequate.
Well, guess what? You have proved yourself inadequate to the task. Grow the hell up. It's not about you anymore.
No Love,
Me.
Dear "Octomom":
I have watched the situation with you and your many children from a distance, with no small amount of alarm and dismay. However, I tend to feel that way whenever I see someone turning themselves into a brood mare, popping out kids like candy in a Pez dispenser. That's just my bias; in this modern world, with its dwindling resources and ever-expanding population, I find that behavior to be selfish and irresponsible. Not that it's any of my business what you do with your body, though.
I read today that you have been told by the hospital where your new sports team is currently staying that, when they are well enough to consider leaving the hospital, they might refuse to release the children to you.
Well, bravo. It's about time someone put the children's needs first. It's obvious that person is not you (although it SHOULD BE, you self-centered attention whore). Mommy and Daddy didn't love you enough? Awww, poor baby - not. Spend your money on therapy, and you'd be well-adjusted enough to be ready to deal with the needs of children. You could have dozens of kids, but they won't fill the hole in your psyche - only you can, and only by working through your issues, not passing them on to the next generation.
You live with your parents.
You don't have a job.
You think you don't need to get out there and work, and that you can just push the kids off on others to care for while you go back to school.
The house you live in is being foreclosed on, so you may all be out on the streets.
You better start thinking, and fast. You could lose all your kids - not just the ones in the hospital - and that might be doing all of you a big favor. There isn't anyone in your family that couldn't use an opportunity to GET THEIR SHIT TOGETHER. That requires focus, which leaves none of you with the ability to give any of those kids the attention they deserve.
My recommendation is a lot of intensive headshrinking. That might allow all of you to get your heads out of your asses, and realize you have a duty and responsibility for all these children. LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH. It's a lot of hard work, and you have to sacrifice a lot of your desires in order to put THEM first, because they don't give a shit about your issues - they just know they're hungry, and poopy, and they need clothes, and for you to PAY ATTENTION. You can't do that if you're busy navel-gazing, or worse, staring at your own reflection, still feeling ugly and inadequate.
Well, guess what? You have proved yourself inadequate to the task. Grow the hell up. It's not about you anymore.
No Love,
Me.