My favorite bit:
"And the more I shut myself in, the more scared I became about leaving. How did I know some psycho bitch wasn’t gonna cut my gut open with a car key to steal my fetus and leave me to bleed to death in the Target parking lot? Did I really need to lay there dying helplessly, only to be gang-raped by the hobo encampment that lived in the recesses of the Target parking lot? I did not. Pro tip: Surging pregnancy hormones and a true crime addiction are not a good combination."
They're useless during pregnancy(which my sister is quickly proving--she can't stay on her feet for more than 5 minutes at a time, and I have to carry anything over 1 pound for her--because she just can't pick it up), and then they want us to worship them for something I could do too, if I wasn't aware of how a CONDOM worked.
Yes, I'm pissed.
My sister is getting praised for having a baby in a rat-infested trailer with a guy she doesn't even like to talk to, who's threatened to crush the adopted kitten's head because it was too close to him.
I'm just oh-so-thrilled.
I don't know what to say, except the "father" shouldn't be trusted with a stuffed toy, let alone a child.
If you want to "blow off some steam", or listen to a fun song by someone who agrees with your sentiments, might I recommend the song Pregnant Women are Smug.
They want praise, for overpopulating the earth, have a sense of entitlement for doing something great, and having children from an assortment of "bad" reasons
Good reasons for having children? I can't think of any!