Category Archives: The scioness

Pondering kids? Read this

Came across some good reading for anyone out there pondering your reproductive capacities:

It’s not that I think family life is so awful no one in their right mind would want it; it’s that child-free life can be so good that I’m annoyed it is almost always presented as second-best, cold and empty. “Who will be there for you when you’re old?” people say. (Contradicting themselves, these same people will often chide the childless for being selfish.)

And:

Humans have the capacity to rise above the biological imperative to reproduce. That we do not place the highest value on passing on our genes is part of what makes us different and, yes, in some sense superior to our fellow animals.  … If many more of us do not have grandchildren, then perhaps we will make it clearer that sexual reproduction may be the meaning of animal life, but it sure ain’t the best or only reason for humans to get up in the morning: refreshed, after a night uninterrupted by the cries of little angels.

You know how many full, undisturbed nights of sleep I’ve had since 09/09/2007?  That’s right – zero.

Would I change a thing?  Not on your life.  The scioness (and her hypothetical siblings) is the ne plus ultra of our existence and that’s an end of it.

Still, for those of you yet to reproduce, you can get an earful from every parent on the planet about what to expect, but you’re not likely to hear much about what you could expect, if you didn’t.

Making “Not doing it for the kids“, by philosopher Julian Baggini, well worth a read.

Why I don't fear for the future

At breakfast the snow was coming down and the MP3 player was on random.  The scioness was at her waffles. “Worker’s Song” by the Dropkick Murphys came on.   Her ears perked up.  Her eyes widened.  She looked at me and offered up this little Sunday morning hallelujah.

“Daddy,” she said. “I wanna rock and roll.”

Preach on, daughter.

(I note in passing that this is probably the rockingest song to feature a bagpipe solo ever.)

Why I don’t fear for the future

At breakfast the snow was coming down and the MP3 player was on random.  The scioness was at her waffles. “Worker’s Song” by the Dropkick Murphys came on.   Her ears perked up.  Her eyes widened.  She looked at me and offered up this little Sunday morning hallelujah.

“Daddy,” she said. “I wanna rock and roll.”

Preach on, daughter.

(I note in passing that this is probably the rockingest song to feature a bagpipe solo ever.)