Today is Father’s Day here in the good ol’ USA, and BFD. Do you know what BFD means? Google will tell you.
I think I got a Father’s Day card back around 1980, something like that.
Having kids is for masochists. I can’t think of one good thing to say about it other than that I got to be born, but only because my mother was pregnant with me shortly after having an abortion and the thought of having another abortion so soon was more than she could bear.
The happiest families, the well-off, successful parents end up with kids that either get killed in the military, horribly injured in some dangerous sport or sent to prison for some really awful crime. Children are unpredictable. My kids became successes in life, especially my son who couldn’t rid himself of responsibility for his son, whom he never wanted anyway, fast enough. Successes in life, not successes as good parents. One of my older daughter’s boys died of a heroin overdose. Bad parenting. I mean, really bad.
The root of all parenting evil is marriage. At 8 billion plus people, we no longer have any rational reason to marry and become parents. We need to take a break. Most marriages don’t last very long anyway, so why do it? How about Relationship Contracts? Agree to stay together for some set period with options for longer, set the boundaries on personal responsibilities, pregnancy, all that stuff. Make laws about it, force people to take responsibility for themselves instead of clogging up divorce courts. You break the contract, you do work farm time, get some sunshine, learn how to hoe weeds. Behavior would change.
So a Whatever Fodder’s Day to you, on this, the Summer Solstice. No wonder it seems like the longest day of the year. It is.