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Aug 27 2009

Now this is real helicopter parenting.

http://www.clickorlando.com/education/20568523/detail.html?

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Dad Takes Son To School In Helicopter
Landing At Clermont High School Under Investigation

POSTED: Wednesday, August 26, 2009

CLERMONT, Fla. — An investigation has been launched after a man took his son to his first day of high school in a helicopter and landed the chopper on the Clermont campus without permission.

Bart Southern, who rented the blue and white Hughes 300 helicopter from Air Orlando, said he flew his son to East Ridge High School “to make a positive impression on the other students,” according to a Lake County sheriff’s report.

Two deputies spotted the helicopter at about 7 a.m. Monday and soon thereafter received calls from school officials about the helicopter, which landed behind some portables on the east side of campus, the report said.

It’s not known how many students witnessed the landing.

The school principal, David Cunningham, requested that an investigation be launched to find out if there was an emergency. Deputies contacted the FAA, which said the chopper had been rented by Southern.

According to the Lake County sheriff’s report, Southern admitted that he landed the helicopter on the campus.

Cunningham said he would “forward the information though his chain of command,” the report stated.

Watch Local 6 News for more on this story.

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What exactly was the purpose of Southern dropping off his son in a helicopter for? He clearly did not have permission to land the helicopter on school grounds, even if he owned the helicopter. Perhaps Southern was busy trying to be a big buddy to his little buddy (Yo, Gilligan!) in getting him to school on he first day. One can only wonder how his son’s peers will treat him now - like the snob he and his father is? No, it would be wrong to blame a teenaged boy for the stupid actions of his father. Chances are Southern would say something like: “But my son insisted I bring him to school this way!” while the father is busy projecting his fantasies onto his unassuming teenaged son. It just goes to show you how desperate some parents are in wanting to live their childhood all over again through their offspring.

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Aug 23 2009

One is enough. Ya think?

It looks like some people are taking the clue:

http://www.aolhealth.com/healthy-living/relationships/having-one-baby?icid=main|main
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For Some Couples, One Kid Is Enough

A mother of one considers her waning fertility but chooses her life as is.

It looks as if I won’t have another baby. Not for medical reasons (though I’m on the downward slope of my fertility) and not for lack of a loving partner. Indeed, it’s due to the ongoing excellence of my relationship with my boyfriend that I’m hesitant to press the baby issue — even though I count the days when I was pregnant with my daughter, now 14, as among the happiest of my life. I hold the unpopular opinion that having a baby doesn’t necessarily bind a couple together in the way our romantic notion of family claims. The upheaval in a couple’s life is seismic, and the notorious lack of a sound night’s sleep is the least of it.

I don’t mean to be curmudgeonly; I love babies as much as the next person. But their sheer existence doesn’t necessarily spell bliss.

When my daughter was two, her father and I decided that our marriage had come to an end. This isn’t uncommon. While many toddlers are patting the bunny, the relationship that created them is disintegrating.

The husband-now-father and wife-now-mother are so busy peering into the bassinet that they’ve forgotten to look at each other — and when they finally do, they’ve lost interest.

My daughter’s father and I had met in film school. We’d been together more than a decade, yoked not unhappily to one another, compatriots in forging our careers. We were companions who split everything 50/50.

It was all good, if lacking passion. After our girl was born, the inevitable gender differences came — and yes, I’m sorry to report, they are inevitable. Like many fathers, my husband was sidelined until he could relate to our daughter as something more than a miraculous contraption specializing in moving milk through her tiny alimentary canal.

Meanwhile, I submitted to my hardwiring and became her devoted servant. She was an exemplary baby: a champion sleeper, a straightforward eater, and so healthy that the first time she threw up she was old enough to say, “Mom! The Cocoa Puffs were on the inside and now they’re on the outside!” She was — and remains — perfect.

Her father was more involved than many men. He took her for hours at a time, could feed her and change her without needing an audience. (I have a handful of friends whose husbands are happy to do the dirty work of parenting, as long as their contributions are noted and rewarded.)

Soon, he had a relationship with her, I had a relationship with her, but he and I no longer had a relationship with each other.

We limped along, hired babysitters so we could go on proper dates, and spent money we didn’t have on so-called romantic getaways. These were agonizing occasions, because they underscored what we’d never really had: a passionate attachment. In the end, all of our buried passions were directed toward our magnificent daughter.

Our divorce — which I couldn’t help thinking was related to having become a mother — was an incomprehensible life development. It was particularly difficult to grasp in light of my parents’ intact marriage and the dearth of divorced couples in the Southern California suburb in which I grew up.

Back then, “stay-at-home mom” was a classification that didn’t exist. The mothers I knew didn’t work, and if they were dealing with postpartum depression, exhaustion, boredom, lack of interest in sex or their husbands, they kept it to themselves.

For a time, I wondered if I wasn’t a modern day Demeter — one of those women who, upon having a child, find their men to be superfluous. Rather than focusing on their husbands and affectionately tolerating children underfoot, they adore their children and value men for the security they provide, but little else.

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Isn’t it amazing how some women are now just discovering that a baby takes up their space, time, and yes, gets in between their marriage? These tiny third parties have an uncanny way of intervening in a marriage, causing the man to feel pushed aside while the mother loves the child, knowing the baby can’t rebel since the baby knows nothing about rebellion or “I hate you Mom!” (something reserved to the aged 8 and over crowd). Babies are unnecessary in the completion in a relationship - indeed, some people may think a child does not complete a relationship at all, it simply exacerbates the marriage. Most men don’t want to hang around children unless they’re pedophiles. Maybe couples should spend more time bonding with each other in a real relationship, rather than let it go to pot, and waste that time raising babies.

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Aug 22 2009

Does Facebook Hate Babies?

Published by selidororous under child worship Edit This

I think they just hate the potential danger some parents put their child in:

http://www.time.com/time/business/article/0,8599,1917878,00.html

Why Does Facebook Hate Babies?
by Joel Stein, August 21, 2009

Facebook hates babies. I found this out last night when I logged on as Laszlo Stein, my three-month old son who has been faithfully posting adorable photos and angry commentary since his second-trimester sonogram, back when his listed interests were just kicking and drinking his own urine. In his time on Facebook, he threatened to pee on some, cut others and once posted — next to a photo of him gummily smiling and wearing a kimono — this response to my wife’s friend Nancy’s comment that she met another baby named Laszlo: “OMG! That’s so awesome! We should form a Facebook group! Just kidding. I don’t give a crap, you loser. Get a life.” More than once, he commented on the photo of another baby with “I’d hit that.”
But last night when I logged in, all I got was a page that said, “Account disabled.” Now, I know Facebook has a rule that you have to be over 13, and I guess some loser at Facebook is paid to look around for accounts with photos of people under 13. I’m sure Facebook does this to protect kids from pedophiles, and yet the surest way for a pedophile to find a kid would be to get a job at Facebook looking for kids’ accounts. (Read “Does Facebook Replace Face Time or Enhance It?”)

All I wanted was to avoid being one of those annoying parents who post photos of their kids on their own page. I wanted a place for the few family and friends who want to see his baby pictures. And now all the photos other people posted of Laszlo are gone, and I have to e-mail every damn photo to our parents and siblings. I wish Facebook had given me some kind of warning so I could have archived all this stuff or transferred it to the Facebook application Baby Book, which I found out about too late and is oddly O.K. with Facebook even though it’s exactly the same as Laszlo having his own page.

You can still do right, Facebook, by giving me back his page for a day so I can transfer it, and no longer be known as a baby hater. You know how to contact me. On Facebook.
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“Ohhh wheeee! Look at my baby! Isn’t he so kayouuuutee!” Well, what other possible reason would someone have for plastering their child’s photo on Facebook? Do they really think the rest of the world will be obsessed with their child? I didn’t think so. Well, the pedophiles might, but they are an exception. But you know how big some people are about fambly. Facebook should be for, and remain for, adults, not crotchdumps. Forget about fambly, too - if you want a site for that, make your own website. Even I don’t plaster photos of myself and husband all over the Internet. That’s an invasion of privacy. But I guess the whining parents have to whine about something.

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Aug 21 2009

Rant About a Grocery Store Visit.

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It happened this early afternoon when I figured all of the mothers would be at home. Not a chance. Everything was fine until I got to the checkout. This woman in front of me had her toddler with her. The cashier asked her how her new baby was. The new baby must have been at home with Daddy. The toddler sat in the “child seat” where most people put groceries (gross, I know), and this creature kept kicking at my grocery cart. Well, I could not move back too far since another genius was right behind me, crowding me in. The cashier, yapping with the customer, suddenly takes one of my purchases (yes, she reaches right over the separator and almost rang up my order on her tab instead. These people were too oblivious to see my dirty looks. Oh, and the genius behind me - a woman, no brats - kept crowding me in further and further, as if I was invisible. My only mistake was not speaking up to these moos who live in their own little world. But the one behind me was the worst - she just kept pushing me further and further in, the selfish bitch. By the time I got to the cash register and kept shaking my head at persons who will remain unnamed, I said nothing further and paid for my order. Now, one other thing that has to be mentioned is this: Even though another cashier was getting ready to open up another register, and called to the people behind me to get into the other lane, they would not. How belligerent is that - of the customers, I mean. But no, these wanks kept crowding me out. People do not know how to respect another person’s space anymore.

 

 

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Aug 09 2009

Another baby crawls into a street in Ohio

Published by selidororous under Bad Parenting Edit This

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Boy in Diaper Found Crawling on Street
AP

August 9, 2009

SOUTH EUCLID, Ohio Aug. 8 - A driver on her way to work has found a toddler crawling in the middle of a busy Ohio intersection.

Rachel Downey spotted the 14-month-old boy Friday morning in the Cleveland suburb South Euclid. She hit her brakes, jumped out of her car and grabbed him.

She says he was “smack in the middle of the street.” He was dressed in just a diaper and a green one-piece outfit.
After a brief search Downey found the boy’s mother in a nearby house.

Police say the boy apparently wandered out of the house when a construction worker there left a door open. Lt. Jeff Meyers says the case is under investigation and has been referred to social workers.
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I wonder what the mother in the house nearby was doing? Sleeping? Eating breakfast? Watching Jerry Springer? Once again we have another major parenting fail of a mother not keeping an eye on her child. It is a good thing someone was smart enough to pull over and alert the authorities about this. I wonder how many times this has happened before? I realize this is not a unique case as other similar stories have arisen in the past year or so. If people can’t keep a close watch on their babies (and I doubt the 14 month old was tall enough to open the front door himself), then maybe they should not be having children.

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Aug 07 2009

Well, it could accidentally step on, or fall on, something

Published by selidororous under child worship Edit This

I used to see parents at the mall have their toddlers run around barefoot with no socks or shoes on. Not too bright, admittedly, since the child could accidentally step on something sharp. So I can perfectly understand Burger King’s move here:

http://www.fox2now.com/ktvi-baby-no-shoes-kickedout-restaurant-080409,0,5070606.story

Restaurant Threatens To Kick Out Baby Not Wearing Shoes

By Andy Banker

August 4, 2009

SUNSET HILLS, MO (KTVI - FOX2now.com) - No shoes, no shirt, no service: there is word that the manager of a St. Louis County restaurant threatened to kick out a six-month old baby and her mother because the baby wasn’t wearing shoes. The infant’s mom says the restaurant is taking the policy too far. Jennifer Frederich said the manager of the Sunset Hills Burger King at 10734 Sunset Hills Plaza cited ‘health concerns’.

Frederich said her daughter, Kaylin, was too young to even get her feet dirty; she couldn’t walk, couldn’t crawl, her feet still pretty much too small for shoes.

“Everybody loves baby feet,” she said.

Yet she said those feet nearly got the baby, her mom and her grandmother, booted from the restaurant, as grandma was holding Kaylin at the counter and the cashier took their order.

“The manager was standing next to him said, ‘you can order “to go” but you’re going to have to leave if she doesn’t have shoes on’. He said, ‘it’s against health code’,” Frederich said.

Frederich said she was taking her church youth group to the Rock the River concerts under the Gateway Arch, Sunday; she, her mother, daughter, and about 25 others, stopped at the Burger King on the way; Frederich’s mother went in with the baby first; then Frederich came in with the rest of the group.

“The guy was still saying, ‘that lady is still here with that baby without shoes’,” Frederich said. “I just looked at him and I said, ‘that’s my daughter. She doesn’t own shoes. She’s only 6 months old’… she doesn’t walk. She’s not touching the ground. So there’s no reason for her to have shoes on.”

Still, a sign on the door did say, “shoes and shirt required”. So, Frederich said she put socks on the baby in an effort to comply; but the manager threatened to call police, so the group ate hurriedly and left.

“It’s been an absolute hysteria on Facebook,” she said. “People just think it’s so funny.”

She posted her story on the social networking website and had gotten dozen of responses by Tuesday; ranging from “are you kidding me?” — to — “that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard”.

She said she felt obligated to spread the word about the policy.

“People had to know about this…if you’re going to go to Burger King get some shoes on your baby or go somewhere else,” she said. “I think they [Burger King manageers] just need to understand, it’s a baby. They’re not going to be walking around in their dirty, nasty, feet. I feel like the policy was probably for grown adults who might walk in without shoes on. That’s understandable. But, baby’s don’t wear shoes.”

The restaurant’s management referred FOX 2 to Burger King’s corporate office for comment on the incident. After repeated calls, FOX 2 had yet to get a response Tuesday night.

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So, will the child be in the habit of not wearing shoes until it reaches the age of 5 or 6? It’s not as if baby shoes are not made anymore. Heck, even I still have my baby shoes, although they have been bronzed. The laziness of some parents. But I guess it is much more important for that attachment parenting to take place rather than common sense. I mean, it’s just a bayybeee.

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Aug 01 2009

Childfree and Happy

http://www2.macleans.ca/2009/07/24/no-kids-no-grief/

The Case Against Having Kids

Jul 24, 2009 by Anne Kingston

Elaine Lui was 29 years old and had been married for a year when she and her husband, Jacek Szenowicz, decided that they didn’t want children. “Before that, we didn’t give it a lot of thought,” says the Vancouver-based eTalk reporter who writes the popular celebrity gossip blog LaineyGossip.com. “It was just an assumption, ‘You get married, you have kids.’ ” Front-line exposure to a close relative’s three young children and the work they required provided a wake-up call, Lui says. “That killed it for us. We just looked at each other and said, ‘We don’t want them.’ ”

In the ensuing six years, the couple has been barraged with reasons why they should change their minds, from “Your life will have no value if you don’t” to “You’ll be so lonely when you get old” to Lui’s favourite: “Don’t you want to know what your children would look like?” “Any baby we’d have would be of mixed race,” she says. “So everyone says, ‘Oh, it would be so gorgeous!’ ” She laughs. “And I’m like, ‘Wow, that’s really going to make me want to change my whole life.’ ” It’s a life the couple enjoys: they work together on her website (he handles the business side), golf together, engage in community volunteer work, and dote on their dog, Marcus.

As baby refuseniks, Lui and Szenowicz belong to a tiny but growing minority challenging the final frontier of reproductive freedom: the right to say no to children without being labelled social misfits or selfish for something they don’t want.

Are you planning to have children?” is a question Statistics Canada has asked since 1990. In 2006, 17.1 per cent of women aged 30 to 34 said “no,” as did 18.3 per cent of men in the same category. The U.S. National Center of Health Statistics reports that the number of American women of childbearing age who define themselves as “child-free” rose sharply in the past generation: 6.2 per cent of women in 2002 between the ages of 15 and 44 reported that they don’t expect to have children in their lifetime, up from 4.9 per cent in 1982.

Still, in a pro-natalist culture that celebrates the “yummy mummy,” and obsessively monitors baby bumps and the mini Jolie-Pitt entourage in magazines, saying “I don’t want kids” is akin to “There’s a bomb on the plane.” In the past, those who chose not to have children did so quietly, observes Toronto-based poet Molly Peacock, whose 1998 memoir Paradise, Piece by Piece was acclaimed a breakthrough for its candid recounting of her decision not to have children. “It has been an intense and underground conversation,” Peacock says, noting many childless women contacted her to say, “At last, someone is talking about what I’ve been living silently.”

Increasingly, though, the childless by choice are vocal about it. Laura and Vincent Ciaccio are spokespeople for No Kidding!, a social club for non-parents founded in Vancouver in 1984 that now boasts more than 40 chapters in five countries. Laura, a 31-year-old attorney in New York City, refers to children as a “calling,” one that she and Vincent, a Ph.D. candidate in social psychology at Rutgers University, have decided isn’t for them. “I didn’t want to make such a major lifestyle change just because it was something society expected of me,” she says. “Children should be something people have because they really want them.”

Speaking up on the subject can elicit a smackdown. Last February, the 37-year-old British journalist Polly Vernon wrote a defiant column in the Guardian enumerating the reasons she didn’t want children: “I’m appalled by the idea,” she wrote. “Both instinctually (‘Euuuw! You think I should do what to my body?’) and intellectually (‘And also to my career, my finances, my lifestyle and my independence?’).” The response was terrifying, she reports: “Emails and letters arrived, condemning me, expressing disgust. I was denounced as bitter, selfish, un-sisterly, unnatural, evil. I’m now routinely referred to as ‘baby-hating journalist Polly Vernon.’ ”

Lui, who observes celebrity for a living, rejects what she sees as a pernicious retrograde swing back to the ’50s in which motherhood was celebrated as women’s highest calling. She points to actress Jennifer Garner remaining relevant in the celebrity press simply by being photographed with her two young daughters, and to Tori Spelling reclaiming her reputation after breaking up her current husband’s marriage by churning out bestsellers about motherhood. “Motherhood is the ultimate whitewash,” she says. “Steal someone’s husband, or be a drug addict, then become a mother and you’re redeemed.”

In a culture in which Jennifer Aniston’s childlessness provides weekly tabloid lamentations, a female star who goes public with a decision to remain so demonstrates courage. In a recent interview in U.K. Cosmopolitan, the 36-year-old actress Cameron Diaz, who is childless, expressed a disinclination to have children, citing environmental reasons: “We don’t need any more kids. We have plenty of people on this planet.” She noted stigma still exists: “I think women are afraid to say that they don’t want children because they’re going to get shunned.” But she also expressed optimism the tide was turning: “I have more girlfriends who don’t have kids than those that do,” she said.

Now the childless in North America have their most defiant advocate in a mother of two: Corinne Maier, a 45-year-old French psychotherapist whose manifesto, No Kids: 40 Good Reasons Not to Have Children, created a furor when published in France last year. Count on the same happening when it’s released here this week. Among Maier’s hard-won advice: “If you really want to be host to a parasite, get a gigolo.”

The societal shift in attitudes toward childlessness is most evident in language, with the buoyant “child-free” replacing “childless,” a word stigmatized for conveying a void or handicap. The childless minority has always been with us. But in the past why they didn’t procreate wasn’t the concern of mainstream academic study or social debate: to the extent it was even considered, it was assumed that they couldn’t due to some biological reason or chose not to for negative reasons, such as having had a bad childhood themselves.

The arrival of the pill in the 1960s, which allowed women to delay childbearing, also permitted them to forgo it altogether. Support groups popped up to allow like-minded people to congregate—the first being the National Organization for Non-Parents formed in Palo Alto, Calif., in 1972.

With the advent of the “child-free” came a rethink of the reproductive imperative, formerly assumed to be hard-wired in every human brain. But as demographer David Foot, a professor of economics at the University of Toronto, points out, social factors also play a role, the most significant being female education, which was also abetted by the pill’s arrival. “The higher the education a woman has, the greater likelihood that she won’t have children,” he says. This is consistent across cultures, he notes. The birth rate in Iran, where women go to university, is lower than that in the U.S., where census data reveals voluntarily childless women have the highest incomes compared to other women. In the U.K., 40 per cent of university graduates aged 35 are childless; it has been estimated that at least 30 per cent will stay that way.

Why this is happening is the subject of much theorizing: educated women delay childbearing until it’s no longer an option; they refuse to pay what economists call the “motherhood premium” in which the salaries of university-educated women plateau after childbirth and then drop, while fathers’ incomes are unaffected; they recognize that raising children is a sacrifice of time, money and freedom they’re not willing to make; or they simply don’t want to have children and are able to say no.

(The matter is complicated, Foot observes, because income level is also linked to procreation. What is known is that paying women to have children doesn’t work: the only variable proven to increase the chances of women having children is to offer a supportive social network, as evident by the rising fertility rates attributed to government initiatives in Scandinavian countries and France, where generous tax breaks, incentives, and maternity- and parental-leave provisions have resulted in the birth rate rising to 2.7 per woman, the highest level in Europe.)

A growing literature on childlessness has emerged. It has been deemed a “revolution” in The Childless Revolution: What It Means to Be Childless Today by Madelyn Cain, herself a mother. Academic treatises such as Mardy Ireland’s Reconceiving Women: Separating Motherhood from Female Identity attempt to diffuse stereotypes. There are also the cheerleaders, viz. Nicki Defago’s Childfree and Loving It! And the issue has been politicized in books such as Elinor Burkett’s The Baby Boon: How Family-Friendly America Cheats the Childless, which contends the “child-free” subsidize “breeders.”

The array of narratives reveals that the choice not to have children can be as complex—or as elemental—as the desire to have them, as reflected in Nobody’s Mother: Life without Kids, a 2004 anthology of essays by a diverse group of Canadian women, and Nobody’s Father from the male perspective, published in 2006. Many women knew they didn’t want children as children, a claim backed by research in The Childless Revolution that explores the notion that the impulse not to have children is genetic, like being gay. Most were clear-eyed that the choice required a new anchorage. “Children were not a way of ensuring happiness or endowing my days with meaning,” the poet Lorna Crozier writes. “That hard task was mine alone.” The American author Lionel Shriver, who never wanted children, writes in “Separation From Birth” that her greatest fear “was of the ambivalence itself”: “Imagine bearing a child and then realizing, with this helpless, irrevocable little person squalling in its crib, that you’d made a mistake. Who really, in that instance, would pay the price?”

But no book on the subject has been more provocative or summoned more furor than Corinne Maier’s No Kids: 40 Good Reasons Not to Have Children. It isn’t the first time the Freudian analyst hit the French national nerve: her 2004 book Hello Laziness: The Art and the Importance of Doing the Least Possible in the Workplace pilloried the country’s famously lax workplace culture. In No Kids she deploys an acerbic wit to dismantle the idealized depiction of parenthood perpetuated by the French state, “the fertility champion of Europe,” a distinction greeted by the country’s media like a sporting triumph.

Speaking from her home in Brussels, Maier says she was prompted to write No Kids by a conversation she had with two female friends in their 30s who told her they felt like social deviants because they didn’t want children. That perception is well-founded, she writes: “To be childless is considered a defect; irrevocably judged, those who just don’t want children are also the objects of pity.” But Maier believes “conscientious objectors to this fertility mythology” should be rewarded, not stigmatized. “To have a kid in a rich country is not the act of a citizen,” she writes. “The state should be helping those who decide not to have children: less unemployment, less congestion, fewer wars.”

She admits there are times she regretted having her own children, now aged 14 and 11, a declaration that has predictably branded her a “bad mother” whose children are destined for a lifetime of therapy. (Yet she’s only saying what many mothers silently think but aren’t allowed to say. In 1975, Ann Landers famously asked readers: “If you had it to do over again, would you have children?” Seventy per cent of respondents said “no.”) Maier reports that when she had her children she was madly in love, a hostage to her hormones. She too bought into the modern parenting mythology that children could be psychic curatives. Raised as an only child, she believed children would end her feelings of loneliness. Instead, she says, their arrival created new forms of loneliness.

The professional provocateur cuts through the gauzy romanticized depiction of parenthood promoted in France, which has far less to do with love of children than “a form of nationalism to enhance our identity,” she says. Maier doesn’t mince words, calling labour “torture,” and breastfeeding “slavery.” The idea that children offer fulfillment is also dismantled: “Your kid will inevitably disappoint you” is reason No. 19 not to have them. Much of what she has to say won’t be breaking news to most parents: children kill desire in a marriage and can be demanding money pits. Without them, you can keep up with your friends and enjoy your independence.

Research backs Maier’s assertions. Daniel Gilbert, who holds a chair in psychology at Harvard and is the author of the 2006 best-seller Stumbling on Happiness, reports that childless marriages are far happier. He also reports researchers have found that people derive more satisfaction from eating, exercising, shopping, napping, or watching television than taking care of their kids: “Indeed, looking after the kids appears to be only slightly more pleasant than doing housework,” he writes in Stumbling on Happiness.

Yet a 2007 Pew Research Center survey found people insisted that their relationships with their children are of the greatest importance to their happiness. Gilbert believes the reason people say this is because they’re expected to. He puts it in clinical economic terms: the more people pay for an item, the more highly they tend to value it, and children are expensive: the latest data suggests it costs upward of $250,000 to raise one to age 18.

No Kids is less anti-child polemic, however, than scathing cultural criticism. Maier lampoons the modern family (“an inward-looking prison focused on the child”) and the prevailing mindset that celebrates reproducing one’s DNA as “the ultimate objective of human experience.” Over-attentive focus on children saps cultural creativity, she argues: “Children are often used as an excuse for giving up on life without really trying. It takes real courage to say ‘Me first.’ ”

Parents, not non-parents, are the selfish ones, she avers: “Every baby born in a developed country is an ecological disaster for the whole planet.” She’s pessimistic about these babies’ future prospects, telling French women their children will be “loser babies,” destined for unemployment or to become factory drones. Maier blames contraception, which allows people to opt out of parenthood, for irrevocably altering the parenting dynamic. Once, “people had children because they had them,” she says. Now, every child must be a desired child, which requires of parenthood a “performance worthy of Superman or Superwoman.”

And that in turn has created a backlash among the childless that is less focused on children than on modern parenting itself, what Lui refers to as the “mommy cult” and Vernon calls the “pampering cult of Bugaboo-wielding, Mumsnet-bothering dullness.” Like Maier, Vernon doesn’t like what parenting does to grown-ups: “Spare me the one-track conversations. Spare me the self-righteousness, the sense of entitlement . . . Spare me the pretensions of martyrdom and selflessness.” There’s nothing selfless about having a baby, she argues, pulling out The Planet card: “You really want to be selfless? Adopt, lover.”

Shriver is less righteous about the non-parenting choice, admitting “there is something nihilistic about refusing to reproduce, selfish in the worst way.” She explains: “Take individual fulfillment at the expense of parenthood to the limit, and one generation has a cracking good time, after which the entire human race, poof, vanishes from the planet.” (This, in fact, is precisely the goal of the most extreme childlessness advocates out there: the Voluntary Human Extinction Movement, which says, “the hopeful alternative to the extinction of millions of species of plants and animals is the voluntary extinction of one species: Homo sapiens . . . us.”)

Now that we’re a full generation into voluntary childlessness, research is beginning to reveal the longer-term consequences. Ingrid Connidis, a sociologist at the University of Western Ontario and the author of Family Ties and Aging, has conducted pioneering studies among people 55 and over that distinguish between those who are childless by choice and those who are childless by circumstance. All have adapted, she says: “But the childless by choice are more content, have higher levels of well-being and are less depressed.” She has also compared levels of satisfaction between the childless and parents, dividing the latter group into parents who have a good relationship with their children and those who do not. “Parents who don’t have good relationships with children are not as happy as people with good relationships with their children or people who are childless by choice,” she says.

Molly Peacock’s husband, Michael Groden, an English professor at the University of Western Ontario, says he has no regrets about not being a parent. Now 62, he says fatherhood was never a life goal. He and Peacock, who dated as teenagers, married 16 years ago, “Reconnecting with me sort of made that a conscious thought for him,” she says.

As part of his doctoral dissertation, Vincent Ciaccio is investigating why men choose to remain childless—new terrain. As with women, the reasons are all over the map, and include “betterment of relationships,” “career motivations,” “fear of failure as a father,” “not liking kids,” and “the desire to remain in their current lifestyle.”

Connidis’s research also explores the common concern that the childless will be lonely or bereft in old age. She found they’re no less lacking in support than those with children. “They’ve created their own network,” she says, noting people without children are more likely to end up in a nursing home. Her conclusion: “There’s no guarantee that having children will make you happy or not having them will make you sad.”

Of course, the idea that parenting choices should bring happiness one way or the other has modernity written all over it. But what any happiness appears to stem from is not children or their absence but rather the ability to make the choice.

Maier, who’s a brilliant contradiction of her own claim that women have to choose between motherhood and success, knows her polemic would have been ignored if she didn’t have children; she would have been judged “a bitter, jealous old hag,” she writes. No Kids puts her in a no-win position, she says with a laugh: “People think I’m a bad mother. But if I didn’t have children, people would have said I’m a person who is not happy because I don’t have children.”

It’s an ironic Catch-22 that it takes a parent to support the choice not to become one. But somebody has to do it. As Elaine Lui points out: “Why did we fight so hard for the right to make this choice, only to have it not respected when we do?”

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Lui hit the nail on the head here - we are turning back to the 1950’s, society wise, when it comes to the social (second class citizenship) status for women. The article has other facts, too, such as better educated women being less likely to have children than those who have children, especially young, single women who have children out of wedlock. The more intellectually developed a woman becomes, the desire, or instinct, for children diminishes. I like what “The Childless Revolution” says about the desire to have children or not being genetic. It is to an extent, Mother Nature’s way of balancing the human population naturally, even though some women continue to insist on getting IVF in order to have a child. Unlike men, however, women still have a long road ahead of them in the social acceptance of being childfree, especially married women.

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Jul 30 2009

A breast feeding doll? Yup.

http://www.thingamababy.com/baby/2009/07/babyglutton.html

 

Bye-bye Bottle: Breastfeeding Baby Dolls are Here

 

 

Bebé Glotón is a infant doll made by Berjuan, a toy maker in Spain, for the express purpose of promoting breastfeeding. The idea is to impress upon kids that breastfeeding is natural.

 

Your child wears a colorful bra-like halter-top featuring flowers over the nipple area. When the doll is lifted to the flowers, it makes a suckling motion and sound. When your child’s flower nipples grow sore and cracked, either the baby cries for more, or beckons to be burped.

The flowers don’t really get sore and cracked. My wife was astounded when I read her a draft of this article, so I thought I should clarify. If the flowers wilt a little, maybe you can buy your kid a tube of lanolin

I guess that settles the whole dolls-are-okay-for-boys issue. Or maybe it reignites the fathers lactating civil rights issue.

Here is a Spanish video report and a second video report that provide a sense of how the doll functions. The second is better, but is tucked behind a 30 second commercial.

The user comments posted below the second clip (20minutos.tv) are a hoot… with people viewing this doll as everything from inappropriately sexing up children to providing a plaything for prepubescent lesbians. But to be fair, a good number of the comments are sheer trolling. (View them by pasting the URL into a Google search, then click “translate this page”).

Babel Fish translates the doll’s name as Baby Glutton. If anyone is familiar with Spanish culture (Spain, not Latin America), I’d love to hear their thoughts about that name.

This gluttonous baby is 50 cm (19.6 inches) long, the average length of a real newborn and is available in either gender. There’s no word yet on whether the boy is anatomically correct. The dolls retail for about 44 Euros.

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They’re not as creepy or ugly as those real-life dolls but the concept is creepy alone. Just why should little girls be groomed into being baby making machines? These dolls do more harm than good to a girl’s self image. Why not just train a five year old to be a hooker? Oh wait a minute, we already have those, they are called child beauty pageants. My bad. Ironically, they are made in Spain. I wonder if these will be marketed in Latin America? Not to worry, most of those girls are already groomed at a young age to make lots of babies, I am sure they do not need any dolls to help them do that part. At that age, I’d stick to playing with Legos, which are a far more educational toy than some breast-feeding doll.

 

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Jul 27 2009

Child Cannibalism Case in Texas

Published by selidororous under Bad Parenting Edit This

Squeamish alert ahead (edited for graphic content):

http://news.aol.com/article/police-say-woman-kills-baby-eats-brain/588892

Otty Sanchez, 33, is charged with capital murder in the death of her infant son, Scott Wesley Buchholtz-Sanchez. She was recovering from her wounds at a hospital, and was being held on $1 million bail.

San Antonio Police Chief William McManus said the early Sunday morning attack occurred a week after the child’s father moved out. Otty Sanchez’s sister and her sister’s two children, ages 5 and 7, were in the house, but none were harmed.

Otty Sanchez’s aunt, Gloria Sanchez, said her niece had been “in and out” of a psychiatric ward, and that the hospital called several months ago looking to check up on her. She did not elaborate on the nature of her niece’s health problems.

“Otty didn’t mean to do that. She was not in her right mind,” a sobbing Gloria Sanchez told The Associated Press on Monday by phone. She said her family was devastated.

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This is just one more reason the federal government needs to institute some major testing of all wanna-be parents. It is not often that I have to edit a piece like this, but the facts are too graphic even for this blog. With strict psychological testing, this whole “But you’d be a great parent!”, “I want a baybee!”, and “Having a child makes you a better person!” will weed out the low-lifes who want a child for all of the wrong reasons. Eliminate every single female who has used illegal drugs, has a major chemical imbalance, has been determined mentally ill in any way, and that will save a lot of children’s lives. I’m still in favor of sterilization for such women, they have no right to have babies at all.

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Jul 21 2009

Eighteen years old with four children. What an achievement. Not.

It gets more ridiculous by the day:

http://www.dailymail.co.uk/femail/article-1200755/

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A mum of four at 18! Teenager has her hands full with triplets and a toddler

By Emily Andrews

21st July 2009

It’s hard enough being a teenage mother with just one child.

So when 17-year-old Sian Robbins was told she was pregnant with triplets - to add to the little boy she already had - she knew she was in for a tough time.

To make things worse, the babies - Taylor, Tyler and Levi - were born 11 weeks premature and all three boys had to stay in hospital in incubators.

Doctors had warned of complications and during the unplanned pregnancy Miss Robbins, now 18, faced the agonising choice of whether to abort one of the triplets to give the other two a better chance of survival.

But she refused, saying: ‘I knew that I faced a higher risk of miscarriage but was determined to give all three of them an equal chance.’

Luckily the gamble paid off and seven weeks after their birth all three have been allowed home.

Levi and Tyler weighed just 2lb 6oz after their birth, while Taylor was slightly heavier at 2lb 14oz.

All three were so tiny they could fit into the palm of their mother’s hand, but now they weigh 4lb each, to the delight of Miss Robbins and her boyfriend Callum Thomas, 19.

Mr Thomas said: ‘I’m delighted with my boys. Sian went into labour very prematurely and it was very traumatic.

‘It was touch and go for a time and the doctors warned me that some of them may not survive. But they pulled through and are now doing really well.

‘Taylor initially wasn’t very well as he had a heart murmur and an infection, but he’s battled through that now.’

The non-identical triplets were due on August 11, but were born on May 28 by emergency Caesarean section.

Miss Robbins added: ‘Three is a lot but I’m so pleased we’ve got all of them. It does mean a lot of work though - we get through 24 nappies, 18 bottles of milk and five loads of washing every day.’

Miss Robbins was 15 and still at school when she discovered she was expecting her eldest son Jaden, now two, but after the birth in November 2006 she returned to her studies and got four GCSEs before leaving to become a full-time mother.

She split up with Jaden’s father soon after the birth, before meeting Mr Thomas.

The family lives on benefits in a two-bedroom council house in Portsmouth but they are hoping to be given a bigger house, although they are adamant there will be no more babies.

‘We are definitely not having any more,’ said Mr Thomas. ‘The boys are sleeping and feeding very well but three babies and a two-year-old is enough of a handful.

‘I haven’t got a job at the moment as I want to stay at home and look after Sian and the kids but I will be looking for a job soon.’
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Oh yeah I’m sure she’ll be looking for a job soon. Chances are she’s on welfare just like the rest of the UK’s teen motherhood crowd. And triplets? Was it birth control pills, or fertility drugs in play here? The entire western world has devolved into breeder brains. And her doctors said it was a risky birth, for her life, and the life of her babies. Now is that really worth it? Shouldn’t Sian be in college majoring in chemical engineering instead of making more babies with her boyfriend? They are not even married and they have four babies between them, not to mention the fact that the present boyfriend du jour is not the father of the first child, Jaden. Nope, Sian broke up with Jaden’s dad right after the baby’s birth. Looks like the UK needs a major revolution in eliminating their welfare program for teenagers making babies. What a waste of tax dollars. Does the father of the kids, Callum Thomas, have a job? Probably not. Now I know the USA is no better when it comes to teens making babies out of wedlock and collecting welfare checks, but at least our system is not as generous as that of the UK’s. I love how Sian and Callum claim there will be “no more babies.” As if the rest of the world believes them.

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