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The only people I've met that swore off children in their early twenties wound up having kids in their late twenties and early thirties. For 95%, it's a phase, just like everything else in the world.
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Oh God, "cf_hardcore" just triggered a memory. A couple of years ago, I was looking for internet drama to laugh at and somehow came across this incredible rant originally posted on cf_hardcore (it's since been deleted, but aside from the Google Doc I posted Encyclopedia Dramatica also has it archived in their cf_hardcore entry). Basically, back in 2005, someone went to a Harry Potter book release and entered a costume contest, only to lose to a child. Their reaction is... well, to say they took it badly is an understatement.
RANT TIME
Harry Potter book release: don't worry, no spoilers.
Showed up at seven, in full costume for a nine am release. Devoted no? I was one of the few to dress up, and I was the best-dressed. I'm not being vain, I honestly had the most detailed and accurate costume there.
We were told in line, that the best-dressed person in line gets to open the box and have the first Half-Blood Prince book. So, I'm a shoo-in, aren't I?
WRONG.
Fucking moo brings her bratty sprog in at 8:59am dressed in a generic Kmart cape with stars and glitter and fucking gaudy BLAH. Twig for a wand.
OMG WITTLE PWESHUS SO CUTE OMG YOU CAN OPEN THE BOX AND HAVE THIS BOOK YOU CAN'T READ AND *fawning fawning, blatant breederism etc*
THE FUCKING KID WON'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS. THE BOX OPENING WAS MINE. MIIIIINE.
I wouldn't have minded if someone had said "Oh look Sass, you are best-dressed but would you mind if this land-mine amputee opened the box instead?" I would have said "Absolutely no problem. Go for it." But no. FUCKING CROTCHDROPPING GETS THE HONOUR. I'm furious. On principle of course, not out of any sense of entitlement. Well yes, entitlement also. But I WORKED FOR IT, I DESERVED IT.
I made an effort. I spent money making an effort. I showed up early. I will remember and treasure this event for ever and eternity. And I'm passed over for an ugly little brat with a sparkly tie. Woo fucking woo.
I didn't stab her in the eye with my wand. I WANTED to. I talked about doing so VERY FUCKING LOUDLY. I was going to eviscerate her mother with the cover of my brand-new copy.
I fucking hate breeders and child-lovers. FUCKING GO TO HELL.
I'm so pissed about this, sorry. It's just that in ten years time, this kid won't remember what she was doing on July 16th 2005. In ten years time, I will be remembering how I was deprived of this nerdly honor by an opportunistic twat breeder and her shitling. I'm hurt. All my life, nothing has gotten to me more than being deliberately ignored, or passed over. Honestly; that's the sort of thing that can make me cry in public. Or key your car. Or viciously murder you and your family in the heat of frustration and never-ending denial Congratulations breeders, you win.
Edited to add: To all of you who are calling me immature etc, I'd like to add that you make a very good point, but have you considered GO FUCK YOURSELF? If you're so anal-retentive, go back to the other community and go on with your breeder-humping. Also, to the person who submitted this to fandom_wank, I seriously (no sarcasm) thank you. I've always wanted to be there!
I own a house with a pool.
Recently, the community pool closed its doors and was bought by a new owner. Whatever the reason was, the guy has made it a private pool and only people who pay for his gym get to use it. Fine. But he also has a no kids rule.
This has caused a fucking uproar in the neighborhood. But on my block, with its quaint little cul-de-sac and the mommies with their matching kids... it has made my backyard the hot spot. Because, dear Childfree, my house is the only one with a pool.
And the lady who lived there before me used to throw fucking parties every weekend so the kids could swim. I have lived there for about six months, and have had no problems. I have a dog and a few cats, but no one came to pester me when it was cold. Minus the kids selling chocolates.
Now, everyone knows I am the owner. They all brought me food and welcomed me into the neighborhood. They talked about how sad it was Mrs. Former Own died. They talked about how wonderful she was and how they were sad to see her go.
But that was it. I was waved at sometimes, but because I had no kids and no husband, guess no one was interested unless they asked me to babysit. Upon which I claimed a busy schedule and went on my way.
But now that the pool is closed to kiddies, and it is hotter than Satan's ball sac... they want to be best friends. Some of them would knock and ask to use it. I said no.
But four weeks ago I came home to my dog lying on the front porch chilling. He is very good and I have often let him hang out out when I worked in the yard. But this time I hadn't let him out and always make sure the gate is latched. I head around the back, with Steinbeck following, and what do I see...
Fucking Mrs. Brownnoser with two of her kids swimming in my pool.
I am furious. I yell at her to get the fuck out of my backyard. She claimed she didn't know, Mrs. Former Owner was okay with it. I told her to leave. She tried to dry her kids off and take her fucking time, but I picked up their shit and threw it onto my front yard. I was livid. Absolutely livid.
I might have taken it a step too far, but she got the message. Or so I thought.
I decided to give the benefit of the doubt, and put a lock on the gate.
I come back to another kid in my backyard. He'd climbed the fence.
I drained the pool. I put a cover on the thing.
Then people started knocking on my door asking to use the pool. WTF
Then I got yelled out, when getting my walk on. I was planting some new flowers and this woman walks up with her son in swim trunks. He plops down by my dog and starts petting him. Fine. Whatever.
Mrs. Cuntpickle tells me that Mr. Cuntpickle has forbade them from spending extra money. On useless things. So Junior could not get to use the fancier, $180 a year swimming pass for another pool twenty minutes away. She could not take him to the lake.
But she was so put out and it was so hot. So could Junior please use my pool this weekend or even today. Apparently, she wanted to host a party in my backyard.
I told her no.
I got up and went into my house and made a phone call.
Maybe I overreacted.
But a week later I had a beautiful brick wall surrounding my front and backyard. It had nice, beautiful black spikes on the top to keep those pesky little kids from trying to climb over. And the best part was Steinbeck was the happiest dog in the world. Now he has even more room to run around.
The neighbors had a shit fit. I got about 16 notes saying it was an eye sore and I was being a bitch to deny people the pool.
But they cannot get to me because I have a sliding electric gate I pull my car through, then it closes and no one can approach the house. Too bad for them. Their kids can go suck a cock.
Haha like a brick wall will keep them out, kids can be craftyAfter some poking around in r/childfree I found this:
The thing I've noticed with the more... enthusiastic... CF folks is that the stories always start with a scenario that engenders sympathy. Weird-ass neighbors busting into your pool? Totally understand why you'd be upset.
And then we travel straight into either a) STDH-ville or b) Crazytown. Why is that?
Oh, and these people are major assholes: (snip story about Stork Spaces)
(https://redd.it/44adpn, posted by /u/running-shorts)
Oh God, "cf_hardcore" just triggered a memory. A couple of years ago, I was looking for internet drama to laugh at and somehow came across this incredible rant originally posted on cf_hardcore (it's since been deleted, but aside from the Google Doc I posted Encyclopedia Dramatica also has it archived in their cf_hardcore entry). Basically, back in 2005, someone went to a Harry Potter book release and entered a costume contest, only to lose to a child. Their reaction is... well, to say they took it badly is an understatement.
RANT TIME
Harry Potter book release: don't worry, no spoilers.
Showed up at seven, in full costume for a nine am release. Devoted no? I was one of the few to dress up, and I was the best-dressed. I'm not being vain, I honestly had the most detailed and accurate costume there.
We were told in line, that the best-dressed person in line gets to open the box and have the first Half-Blood Prince book. So, I'm a shoo-in, aren't I?
WRONG.
Fucking moo brings her bratty sprog in at 8:59am dressed in a generic Kmart cape with stars and glitter and fucking gaudy BLAH. Twig for a wand.
OMG WITTLE PWESHUS SO CUTE OMG YOU CAN OPEN THE BOX AND HAVE THIS BOOK YOU CAN'T READ AND *fawning fawning, blatant breederism etc*
THE FUCKING KID WON'T EVEN REMEMBER THIS. THE BOX OPENING WAS MINE. MIIIIINE.
I wouldn't have minded if someone had said "Oh look Sass, you are best-dressed but would you mind if this land-mine amputee opened the box instead?" I would have said "Absolutely no problem. Go for it." But no. FUCKING CROTCHDROPPING GETS THE HONOUR. I'm furious. On principle of course, not out of any sense of entitlement. Well yes, entitlement also. But I WORKED FOR IT, I DESERVED IT.
I made an effort. I spent money making an effort. I showed up early. I will remember and treasure this event for ever and eternity. And I'm passed over for an ugly little brat with a sparkly tie. Woo fucking woo.
I didn't stab her in the eye with my wand. I WANTED to. I talked about doing so VERY FUCKING LOUDLY. I was going to eviscerate her mother with the cover of my brand-new copy.
I fucking hate breeders and child-lovers. FUCKING GO TO HELL.
I'm so pissed about this, sorry. It's just that in ten years time, this kid won't remember what she was doing on July 16th 2005. In ten years time, I will be remembering how I was deprived of this nerdly honor by an opportunistic twat breeder and her shitling. I'm hurt. All my life, nothing has gotten to me more than being deliberately ignored, or passed over. Honestly; that's the sort of thing that can make me cry in public. Or key your car. Or viciously murder you and your family in the heat of frustration and never-ending denial Congratulations breeders, you win.
Edited to add: To all of you who are calling me immature etc, I'd like to add that you make a very good point, but have you considered GO FUCK YOURSELF? If you're so anal-retentive, go back to the other community and go on with your breeder-humping. Also, to the person who submitted this to fandom_wank, I seriously (no sarcasm) thank you. I've always wanted to be there!
Yes.
If I play a day trip, especially when it's someplace that often has a lot of kids like a zoo, I only schedule them on weekdays outside of school holidays.
During the school year I go to the supermarket in the middle of the day to avoid kids and mombies who just dropped theirs off (and will still have small kids in tow).
If there's a kid having a screaming tantrum in the street I'll cross the road to avoid them.
Which is why it's such nonsense when mombies complain about the CF; I can't speak for everyone, but I give them all the space I can to avoid them. There's no way my actions actually have any effect on them whatsoever, which is more than I can say for their actions.
"What's that? There's a child? Instead of dealing with it like a mature human being I'm going to do elaborate plans to avoid them!" -Whoever replied to the link's OP.Yep.
One time at the office, I was about to head through the big main doors that lead to my cubicle when I spotted a fellow employee with a bassinet and a crowd of cooeing women through the glass.
Being female myself, I knew that if I went it that way, I'd be expected to fake-fawn over the kid for at least five minutes or risk being identified as the heartless bitch I really am.
So, I took a quick look around me if to see if anyone was watching and then headed for the fire escape to take the long way around.
After some poking around in r/childfree I found this:
The thing I've noticed with the more... enthusiastic... CF folks is that the stories always start with a scenario that engenders sympathy. Weird-ass neighbors busting into your pool? Totally understand why you'd be upset.
And then we travel straight into either a) STDH-ville or b) Crazytown. Why is that?
This guy greatly over exaggerates the fragility of livestock. A show cow is gonna be trained to deal with distractions like that anyway. I'm sure he was more bothered by the kids than the animals were.![]()
"This is not a petting zoo for your spawn"
"crotchfruit"
For one thing, I believe in most areas, you're required to have a fence around your yard if you have a pool, aren't you?
This guy greatly over exaggerates the fragility of livestock. A show cow is gonna be trained to deal with distractions like that anyway. I'm sure he was more bothered by the kids than the animals were.