There is a first time for everything.
Sometimes I buy stupid shit. Sometimes I buy the wrong thing by accident. Sometimes I end up liking it, other times I gift it to someone who I think might find it useful.
But this time I want my money back and it was only three dollars. I rented a digital video that I thought was a documentary on older childless women. It's an interest of mine since that will be me in the future. It's difficult not to wonder what kind of struggles or prejudices I will face in the probably very near future. Right now every family members and friend I have has lulled themselves into a sense of false security with the old adage of "biological clocks". People really think I'll eventually snap and have 7 babies. People bring up the subject, enquire about when and how many I'm having, and then respond with "oh yooou'll have kids" in a condescending tone as if there's some unseen vagina police force that will get me if I don't. I have never expressed any desire to do anything involving noggins shooting through my vaginal passages.
I give it another year or so before they realize it's not happening, and consequently another year of peace before the "you're so selfish" hell begins.
But the documentary was no documentary. It was 5 minutes of "they say I'm selfish" that ended in song, dance, boom box carrying, and simulated sex. It was .... non-helpful. I want to say "cheeky" but the word is too strong. It was like a sesame street sing-along. I want my money back.
But this time I want my money back and it was only three dollars. I rented a digital video that I thought was a documentary on older childless women. It's an interest of mine since that will be me in the future. It's difficult not to wonder what kind of struggles or prejudices I will face in the probably very near future. Right now every family members and friend I have has lulled themselves into a sense of false security with the old adage of "biological clocks". People really think I'll eventually snap and have 7 babies. People bring up the subject, enquire about when and how many I'm having, and then respond with "oh yooou'll have kids" in a condescending tone as if there's some unseen vagina police force that will get me if I don't. I have never expressed any desire to do anything involving noggins shooting through my vaginal passages.
I give it another year or so before they realize it's not happening, and consequently another year of peace before the "you're so selfish" hell begins.
But the documentary was no documentary. It was 5 minutes of "they say I'm selfish" that ended in song, dance, boom box carrying, and simulated sex. It was .... non-helpful. I want to say "cheeky" but the word is too strong. It was like a sesame street sing-along. I want my money back.