When my husband and I first moved into our new house, an elderly neighbor came over to introduce herself just as we were getting ready to go out to lunch with my visiting in-laws. At first, she addressed my husband’s parents because she thought we looked too young to own property, which kind of annoyed me. After she rambled on for a while, she said to me, “When you start having babies, I can babysit.” Well, jeez, lady, why don’t I link my vagina to your house via pneumatic tube and I’ll crank ’em out as fast as I can.
I’ll never get used to the idea that being a woman means I have to reproduce, especially since I can’t stand children and have zero maternal instinct. Apparently one baby isn’t even enough. I’m supposed to have multiple babies. And why would I let an obviously confused, feeble person take care of a baby? This lady hardly knew where she was. I didn’t say anything rude because she was old and a bit senile but #MFIF for expecting that people not make assumptions about what I’ll do or not do with my uterus.