I read the Neal Pollack article copied from Salon by Lady D with an ever increasing sense of horror. It confirmed so many fears I have about kids and having them; that they will completely fuck up my life (not that there is any I have that is so great that I can’t give up ‘cept the pals who would hopefully not flee in droves just cos I had a monstrous baby) but that I would never be able to forgive the sprog for it.

I have seen friends and family reproduce, I have watched lives being altered forever and I have seen how a child can shatter relationships (which were fairly crap to begin with, mind, so whose loss? Probs not even kids) but I have always witnessed a bond between parents and the screaming bundle of need, even if the father’s is some months or maybe years delayed in its occurring. A bond which puts the kid first most, if not all, of the time.

What really revolted me was Mr Pollack’s emphasis on how SMART his kid is and how so cute and obviously above average. Yawn. I shudder to think what would have happened if the kid had been remotely autistic, slightly below average IQ or ugly. Poor tiny two year old full of need. I wonder what his future will bring - therapy and happy pills? I’d project he will grow up resenting his parents, maybe just because they have demonstrated so publically that they resent him as a two year old. But maybe because they are just not rich.