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Rant Number: 26804 When: All the time
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where:
The entire breeder response of "you're just jealous" is simply amazing to
me. Do they not understand that the majority of CF people *are* (or at least
used to be) able to have children? That if we'd wanted children, we could
have had them? I can't comprehend their attitude. Jealousy is wanting something
someone else has that you don't/can't have. If we were so jealous, we would
just go out and pop out one of our own. God knows that is how a lot of breeders
ended up with their spawn ("Oooh I'm so jealous of my sister's pweshus widdle
bayyybeee. I need one too.") Consider how many people on this board have
ended relationships, even divorced their spouses, due to their significant
other wanting kids when they didn't. Somehow I don't think they are "just
jealous." There is no logic to the jealousy accusation at all.
Rant Number: 26808 When: All the time
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where:
To follow up on the jealousy argument...it amazes me, too. The way I see
it, if you don't have sprogs and then (goddess forbid!!) you one day that
you DO want them, you either shit it out, knock someone up or adopt. However,
if you DO have the little shits, and decide you DON'T...well, then what?
I think that's why the breeders go on and on about how it's the most important
job in the world and the kids are our fuuuuuture and all that other shit--because
they need to keep telling themselves that, or else they will actually start
to think and realize the truth of their lives.
This maybe isn't the best analogy, but I was on a plane once that was pretty
much going down. The whole time, I just thought about other things...that
there is an afterlife, what it looks like and so on because if I stopped
telling myself those things, I would have realized HOLY SHIT--THIS MOTHERFUCKING
PLANE IS GOING TO CRASH AND I'M GOING TO DIE! See, I had to keep repeating
rhetoric to myself to distract myself from reality. Obviously, the plane
didn't crash cuz I'm sitting here but you get the gist.
Personally, after finding the CF movement this year, I can't even get excited
for these stupid people who breed. My cousin is knocked up for the second
time in two years because they need the almighty boy, you understand. They
already have a girl and she had an awful pregnancy with her but you see,
they need the boy. That's a good reason to bring another life into this world,
isn't it???? Because "they" (i.e. her dumb fuck loser husband) wants a boy.
Well great! And *we're* the selfish ones?? GMAFB. I can't wait to see how
much she loves those kids when--and let me repeat that--WHEN the couple is
in divorce court in 5--8 years. (Remember, I am a divorce attorney and I
see this every day...it's not me being bitter. I am being realistic).
Alright, off to enjoy my new year!! You all do the same and be thankful to
whatever deity you believe in (if any) that you are all smart enough to be
CHILD FREE!
Love, Patti in Ann Arbor
Rant Number: 26872 When: Jan 3/03
What kind: Hey, did you see this? Where: e-mail I got
How true this is...
Middle School Answering Machine Message
Hello! You have reached the automated answering service of _______ Middle
School. In order to assist you in connecting to the right staff member, please
listen to all options before making a selection:
To lie about why your brat is absent, Press 1.
To make excuses for why your brat did not do his/her work, Press 2.
To complain about what we do, Press 3.
To cuss out staff members, Press 4.
To ask why you did not get needed information that was already enclosed in
your newsletter and several bulletins mailed to you, Press 5.
If you want us to raise your brat, Press 6.
If you want to reach out and touch, slap or hit someone, Press 7.
To request another teacher for the third time this year, Press 8.
To complain about bus transportation, Press 9.
To complain about school lunches, Press 0.
If you realize this is the real world and your brat must be accountable/responsible
for his/her own behavior, class work, homework, and that it is not the teacher's
fault for your brat's lack of effort, please hang up and have a nice day!
Rant Number: 26903 When: 4 January, 2002
What kind: Note to lurking breeders Where: Movie theater
Dear lurking breeders-
Please do not waste everyone's time acting angry and outraged when people
who paid good money to see a movie chastise you for letting your cuntdumpling
scream its fucking head off in the theater.
Hubby and I went to see LOTR-TTT with another couple last night. We went
to the 10 pm show, thinking it would not be crowded and would be sprog-free.
Well, we were half right. It wasn't very crowded. But there was a screaming
sprog two rows in front of us.
I don't know how old the fleshloaf was; I'm going to guess somewhere between
1 and 2. You can't really blame it for screaming. LOTR is really loud and
quite violent in some places. I can't fathom what would possess a Moo to
bring her loaf, and to a late showing at that.
Anyway, after the cuntdumpling had howled for several minutes, a guy a few
rows in front of them turned around and said "Jesus Christ! Will you shut
that thing the hell up!" The Moo very maturely responded "No, YOU shut up!"
I tried hard, but I couldn't resist. I piped up with "Anyone got a sock we
can stuff in its mouth?" A whole bunch of people who heard me started to
laugh. The moo went ballistic. She stood up and started hollering "We have
as much right as you to be here! You're all horrible! My baby isn't bothering
anyone!" and similar claptrap.
By this time, the usher had arrived at her seat to tell her she needed to
leave because she was disrupting the movie, and she could get a refund on
her way out. She apparently didn't want to leave, because I saw him grasp
her very firmly by the arm and escort her out, while she babbled outraged
nonsense all the way. I kind of hope they had to call the cops on her.
After all the drama was over, everyone settled down to watch the rest of
the movie uneventfully.
So any breeders reading this, please leave your rotten little bastards home
when you go to see movies for grownups. And if you're too stupid to do that,
please don't embarass yourself by acting like an ass when people rightly
tell you to stifle the little fuckers.
Rant Number: 26936 When: January 06, 2003
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: grocery store
So, I'm not a short woman - and not a tall one. There's a boxed rice and
black beans dish that we stock up on for when we're too exhausted to cook.
You just add water and oil and simmer for 25 minutes - we also toss in onion
and garlic to boost the flavor; we don't eat out much so this is our idea
of "fast food" and its not really that bad for you.
Anyhoo. The boxed rice and black beans were on sale; but, they were only
available on the top shelf and waaaayyy back where I couldn't quite reach
them. As I was trying to figure out how to get some down, a very tall adolescent
male child came down the aisle with what looked to be his granny - a 60ish
gray haired woman about 5 foot tall.
I politely asked if he'd mind getting a few boxes of rice down for me.
I've asked people for this favor before and never had anyone refuse.
Until now.
Brat looks at me and retorts, "What's the matter with your arms? Too short?!
snarf...
The smirk he threw me lasted but a fraction of a second, however; Granny's
lightning fast reflexes left both me and boy-brat reeling as her open hand
darted out, sharply impacted the back of brat boys head, forcing his head
and neck abruptly into his concave little chest.
"OW!!!" he shrieked, as he rubbed the back of his head.
"Apologize." Granny demanded quietly.
"I'm sorry." Said Brat boy as he reached up to retrieve my rice and beans.
"How many boxes do you need" asks Granny?
Then, "My grandson would be glad to help you with anything else you need,
won't you [looking sternly at brat boy]?"
"Yes maam."
I politely refused further assistance and went on my way. But, I had a big
grin on my face as I finished my shopping.
See breeders, it can be done.
NevelC
Rant Number: 26951 When: Jan 6th
What kind: Other Where: Discussion Site
I'm having problems posting to the discussion site, so forgive me for posting
here, but I wanted to add my .02 to the Cartoons discussion.
This is also Part-Rave for Cartoon Network. Cartoon network has decided after
the popularity of their Adult Swim block to start airing more cartoons six
nights a week instead of the usual 2, starting Jan 12th. Cartoon Network's
website said that 42% of their viewers are adults and they wanted to keep
it that way. Hooray for Cartoon Network!!!
On a side note, my favorite adult cartoons are Inuyasha, Cowboy Bebop, and
Ah! My Goddess.I also enjoy Scooby Doo. So stick that in your pipe and smoke
it breeders!
The BagelBunion
Rant Number: 26958 When: January 7, 2003
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: The grocery store
I know the subject of stork parking has been ranted about here before, but
today something special happened. My dream of being confronted by a preggo
moo for parking in the stork spot came true.
There was a moomie van behind me as I pulled into the spot. I got out of
my car and started to walk towards the store. The other driver honked the
horn, pulled forward a little bit, and rolled down the window. Pregmoo says,
Hey, that spot is for expecting mothers. I grin and shoot back, Cool. Prove
I'm not pregnant. (I'm not; I'm fixed. But how's she gonna know that?)
She says, Well, if you ARE pregnant, you're not far enough along to use the
spot. I'm 8 months, and I have two small children with me. I need that spot.
I say, Sorry, I don't see any gestation restrictions on the sign. I walk
away and go do my shopping.
I'm treated to a front row view from the liquor department of moo throwing
shit fit to manager. It sounds like she's demanding that he contact the police.
He keeps shaking his head. Her "small children" look to be about 8 and 10.
I resist the urge to to butt in and ask her if she called them small children
because they're still breastfeeding.
I quickly get bored, finish my shopping, and head to the parking lot. Moo
has left a nasty note on my car. I see her moomie van about 10 spaces away,
and write down the license plate number. You never know in this day and age
who's nuts and who's just too tightly wound.
As I drive home, I shake my head. All that fuss'n'bother over having to park
10 whole spots further away. Sheesh.
Rant Number: 26971 When: Recently
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: On TV
Here in Maryland, there is a great ad for Strayer University's online learning
program. In it, there's a man sitting at his computer, reading through course
material, while an adorable chocolate lab is pacing impatiently around the
room.
At the end, the commercial emphasizes how Strayer understands that you have
a busy life, as the man pulls out a leash and prepares to walk his dog!
At least someone out there gets it!
Rant Number: 26973 When:
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where:
To ad to ranter 26934's rant about TV stations pulling Orwellian shit, I
lived in Minneapolis (or as I like to call it, Shitty-crapolis) for 7 years
and liked to watch Simpsons, Ally McBeal, etc. Then I finally had enough
of that "breed or we're going to kill you" mentality and moved to California
and would you believe it, I suddenly saw DOZENS of Simpsons episodes never
aired in MN, including Ally McBeal episodes with (gasp!) black actors they
had apparently refused to run in MN! Don't ever listen to people who try
telling you the midwest is nice, it's a sick and twisted little place. Baybee-rabies
has become one of America's new propaganda tool, for which any freedom-killing
act can be "justified". Sick little bovine cretins arg!
Rant Number: 26991 When: last couple of weeks
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: work, which is a restaurant
Well, we all know that in the face of gestation, nothing else is worthwhile;
after all, we are all only here in order to reproduce. Adults are worth absolutely
nothing. NOTHING, do you hear me?! NOTHING! Unless, of course, you happen
to actually be a female, and gestating, or have gestated within the last
10 years or so, and said gestation is still fouling the planetary atmosphere
in an immature, pre-gestational phase; then, perhaps, you're worth something.
I. Am. Feeling. A. LITTLE. Fuckin'. Bitter. If you couldn't tell. Let us
not put too fine of a point on the thing. I am royally pissed off. Two point
five months ago, I threw out my back and was restricted from working. All
those with comfy office chairs, pension plans, vacation days, paid vacations,
and, ohhhhh, PAID SICK DAYS....I don't have any of these. I'm a waitress.
I'm a dot-com casualty who can't find it in her heart to take charity. Fierce
in pride and poor in finance. Yep. At any rate, I had to lay up in bed on
some sweeeeeet pills for a while, then was told I can't work this double-damned
and triple-cursed waitress job any more, or I would be crippled for life,
and soon.
I tell my boss that. She refuses to accept that I must quit. We work out
that I will work part time. I tell her I can't work more than 30 hours a
week; no more than 5 days a week; and no more than 6 hours a day. Period.
I have no real wish to end up paraplegic; also, they don't believe in worker's
comp at this place. If I get nearly killed there, apparently, they have no
liability at all. I find this hard to believe.
Now this will come as a surprise to nobody, but the preggo also needs to
have it easy. Well! SHE gets to work 3 hours a day. SHE gets to skip out
without doing any of the other shit servers do (easy stuff, like, fill your
stupid salt shakers). SHE has everyone carrying all her stuff all over the
place. And La De Fucking Da. Ya know, I birthed two brats and I do not recall
all this "clean up that drop of water on the floor before Her Majesty slips
on it and hurts Da BaybI!" . No. Things were different in my decade.
Meanwhile, guess who's been getting buried in hours. I have had weeks where
I work six days, eleven hours a day. Would like to know what exactly happened
to my chat with the boss. Have asked. Like talking to the wind. The preggo
is the bigger health risk; if she loses the baby, they will get sued out
the ass. If I lose all sensation from the neck down for the rest of my life,
there's a slight whisper of a possibility of a chance that I can bring it
to a trial and win.
The knot in my back has gotten so bad that my arm has actually gone numb.
YOU would think someone would care. You might imagine that my complaints
in this line might be acknowledged. You could dream that anyone would give
a shit that I'm not supposed to be doing this at all anymore, since it runs
a very high risk of crippling me for life.
"Lorrie might sliiiiip! and then she'll hurt the baby... be careful Lorrrieeeeee....Deborah,
carry Lorrie's tray for her..."
I came home crying today, again, not because of this, but because everyone's
so totally fucking rotten to one another there; I feel like I'm sinking into
a quagmire of seeping poison. This is all I can rant about here, but it's
enough. I can't even be funny, clever, personable, or interesting anymore.
Life has been drained right out of me. People, your waitress is not a brain-dead
automaton, without feeling or sense. I can't stand one more conversation
where I say "good morning, how are you doing?" and get back a bark: "DECAF!
WITH CREAM" God forbid I reply to the bark with, "fine, thanks, and what
would you like to drink". It is amazing how quick the rude are to take offense.
I may or may not go to work tomorrow; it depends on whether I decide to waste
my strength on such bullshit or not. I may pull up stakes and take off for
Cancun tomorrow. Who knows. I've had it. That is all. Goodnight. - Redhead
Rant Number: 27076 When: January 2002
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: Local elderly client's home
I have an elderly client I assist on certain weekdays. She's in her mid-eighties,
and mentally sharp as a tack... only her body gives her grief enough to need
assistance. At my last visit to her home, she had me sorting mail. She was
mildly agitated by the fact that her church hadn't even sent her a Christmas
card this year, like they send everyone else. But that wasn't her biggest
beef. My client was really unhappy about the generation-based favoritism.
"If it doesn't have anything to do with children, the church doesn't do much
for you anymore," she ranted. "I can't believe that. I know it's important
to take care of the kids, too, but nowadays, they've completely dismissed
their elderly long-time members in favor of pandering to all these 'come
Sunday only' parents looking for free day care and such. It's terrible."
She even whipped out a budget breakdown for the church, pointing out to me
how much money is being spent on the kids, versus everything else. I was
saddened to see how right she was... there were hardly any services offered
to the seniors.
"Well, we'll see if I give them any money anymore," she groused. "It just
doesn't make any sense. Why would you ignore your long term members that
have always been involved, just to do more for people who should have been
able to make arrangements for their own families?"
I didn't have an answer. She knows I don't want to ever have children, and
she's actually quite pro-cf, herself. She doesn't have any children, either,
and she lives quite well on her own, in a nice apartment, paying for my services
with her own money. I can't help but wish her church would catch a clue.
If it comes down to a generational war between the elderly and parents for
things like more money given to healthcare, I'll be backing the seniors every
time.
~Libra
Rant Number: 27078 When:
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where:
What the fuck? I thought Pagans and Wiccans are supposed to be intelligent,
ultra-feminist and shit, and yet here's the description of their "must read"
book called Maiden, Mother, Crone: "...the three stages of a woman's life:
her girlhood as a maiden, her flowering into womanhood as a mother, and her
wisdom in age as a crone." WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ALL ABOUT? There are even
Maiden, Mother, Crone webrings that buy into this shit! FUCK THAT SHIT! I
ain't no maiden anymore in the true sense of the word since I've fucked a
few thousand times and I'm not exactly dainty, and I am not a crone just
yet. So what am I in the world of the Wiccans and Pagans-- horse shit? FUCK
THAT SHIT. Do these chicks think they are fucking Goddesses for breeding?
Does that make Susan Smith a Goddess too? If you're such fucking immortal
Goddesses for breeding, why did you need cock to impregnate you? You should
have been able to use your powers to knock yourself up. I think I'll write
a book for childfree women called Vixen, Sassy Bitch, Feisty Old Hag. My
Southern Baptist upbringing is looking better all the time. Turtle, you are
one sexy FUCKER! Love, The Foul Mouthed Broad.
Rant Number: 27088 When:
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: The book "Maiden, Mother, Crone"
Foul-Mouthed Broad and others who may be interested, I went through the same
thing when I first started reading about paganism. I've got the book "Maiden,
Mother, Crone," and while I can't recall for sure whether this book goes
into it or not, one thing I learned at the "Womongathering" (yes, it was
spelled that way) spiritual retreat that I attended several years ago is
that the "mother" stage of a woman's life doesn't always refer to literal
childbearing, and intelligent pagans recognize this.
At the Womongathering, we were asked to divide into groups of Maidens, Mothers,
and Crones, and I had a real quandary as I tried to decide what I was supposed
to be, although I hadn't yet heard of being childfree at that point. I just
knew I didn't have kids and was in no real hurry to have them. Someone kindly
explained to me that one didn't have to be an actual mother to be in the
"Mother" phase of life, that "mothering" can be many kinds of creation. You
can give birth to an idea, a project, a novel, even yourself if you're in
the process of recovery or perhaps going to school.
So don't be turned off by the "mother" business. Yes, there are pagans who
take it and run with it, the "breed, bleed, and breastfeed" type of pagan,
but they aren't all like that. Hope that helps.
KindlyBean
Rant Number: 27091 When: Jan 2002
What kind: Other Where: In my email
Found this one in my email today:
A husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop, with them are their 8 children.
A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find
it overloaded and only the wife and her eight children are able to fit in
the bus. So the husband and the blind man decide to walk.
After a while the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the
blind man and says to him, "Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end
of your stick, that ticking sound is driving me crazy!!
The blind man replies, "If you would've put a rubber on the end of YOUR stick,
we'd be sitting in the bus, so shut the fuck up!"
Rant Number: 27107 When: January 13, 2002
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: The Washington Post
At last, someone goes on record with what we CF folks have known all along.
In a story about D.C. officials wanting to increase the district's population
by 100,000, the Post reports:
[O]fficials also face the fact that middle-class families with school-age
children cost the city more in services than they pay in taxes, while single
people and couples without children are a net financial plus.
If the city acquired 50,000 more well-off single people and couples without
school-age children, the city's revenue would grow by $300 million, according
to Brookings Institution scholars Alice M. Rivlin and Carol O'Cleireacain.
It was their paper two years ago that said the city should set a goal of
increasing population by 100,000 as an economic development tool. They argued
that the city should pursue a range of people but should only make a play
for families if it also gains households without children.
Full story at http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A47680-2003Jan12.html
Rant Number: 27111 When: Jan. 13, 2003
What kind: I just wanna flame Where: Moomies crying about how they have to
stay late
I am a manager at a mortgage company. If you do not know, we are doing really
well at the moment because everybody is refinancing their higher rate mortgages.
We are swamped with applications, and have decided to install new software
to make our jobs easier. This is a company-wide change that was announced
last year, and all staff were warned that long hours would be required to
make the process go smoothly and quickly when we turned the key on the new
system.
My area is in document processing, which is the legal heart of the operation.
No documentation means no mortgage, period. Luckily, I do not have anybody
actually reporting to me except my assistant. I am a compliance manager,
so I do not have to put up with a lot of crap from staff that the operations
managers do. My assistant is a nice, older gentleman who was laid off from
a high-powered executive job a few months ago. He told me he wanted to slow
down and just enjoy a position where he did not have to make his blood pressure
go up, and he is efficient and truly nice guy. Not to mention, he is the
best worker I have ever had. When I told him of the long hours, he looked
at me and said it would be no problem and that they really were not all that
bad, considering he used to sleep over on a couch in his office in his previous
job, and thanked me for being able to go home to his wife at night. No problem
there, my friend.
At a manager's meeting this morning, the operations managers were relaying
stories of how the breeders in their areas were complaining about the long
hours and how they kept saying it was unfair to keep them later. My colleague
Nancy told me that she had no less than five of her processors complain and
ask what the company intended to do to compensate them for the conversion
time. Nancy explained that they would get overtime and they had been told
about the longer hours due to the system upgrade more than five months ago.
Then Nancy relayed to me how these processors, who are all broodsows, said
that they shouldn't have to work the extended hours since they had kids and
all the single, CF or EN workers should be doing it instead. Not to mention
the inherent unfairness of that bullshit, the CF/EN workers in Nancy's area
are all the ones with the most seniority and all had made appropriate arrangements.
Each and every operations manager reporting complaints from staff about the
extended hours. Normally, I would just shrug off these complaints, but what
really surprised me was that two of the breeder managers were complaining
as well, saying that Nancy (who is an EN) and I (CF) should be doing all
of the work, since they have kids too and it is "so unfair" that they should
have to work longer hours.
Senior management did not really care to hear the complaints, and told all
of us that we would be working the extended hours to get the system up and
operational or to find new jobs. Good luck finding a new job in this economy,
but working the longer hours is really not a problem if they just would have
taken the simple step of planning. It really bothers me that some of my so-called
"colleagues" are more than willing to volunteer me for handling their work
because of their reproductive status. I am thankful that senior management
thought this was a stupid idea on their part as well. Next time, I will start
using the line about how I am mother to my dog Chester!
Rant Number: 27123 When: 13 Jan 2003
What kind: I just wanna flame Where: My shit-for-brains mother and my breeder
sister
Okay. I scrimped and saved for over 19 years after college working for the
same company for lousy wages. I finally get my degree ten years ago and start
to earn some real money. So I save enough for a 20% down payment for a house,
and got approved for the mortgage with no problem. I drive a 12 year old
car, buy all of my clothes at thrift shops and have been buying broken down
furniture and refinishing it for as long as I can remember.
Today I told my mom that I bought the house and will close on the mortgage
in about two weeks. What does the bitch do? Without congratulating me or
even acknowledging that my efforts have finally produced something I have
wanted all along, namely my own house, she tells me that my divorced single
moo sister and her two brats will now be living with me since I have all
that extra room. She tells me that she will not take no for an answer and
that I owe it to my sister since I never helped her out with anything else.
I stood there on the phone with my jaw on the floor before I told my mother
it would be a cold day in hell before my sister moved in with me. Mom knows
that I *HATE* my sister and her little Satan-spawn because they are little
hellions and my sister is too damned lazy, drunk or fucking some guy she
picked up at some dive bar to discipline them. Then I told her that they
can continue living with her and they had better not show up at my doorstep.
Mom gives me a raft of shit and tells me how selfish I am for buying a 3
bedroom house when my sister is in such need, and then suggests that I stay
in my apartment and let my sister have the house "...because she needs it
more than you do...what do you need all that room for...your stupid cats?
I think you need to grow up and face the fact that you have responsibilities...they
are coming to live with you and that is that."
Right before I slammed down the phone, I told my mother, "They are never
living with me and they show up I will chase them off my property. I am NOT
responsible for those brats or her fucking lazy ass. They can stay there
with you and you can all go to hell! My cats are more important to me than
your other damned daughter. And you can shove your ideas up your ass sideways!"
About an hour ago, I had a phone call from my sister calling me a selfish
bitch and telling me that she is going to have me locked up for being a nutcase.
Who do you think they will believe? My alcoholic mother, my druggie/ho of
a sister or me (I happen to be a registered nurse who manages an intensive
care unit at a large trauma center)? Mom has been arrested twice on DUI and
had her license permanently revoked. My sister has a rap sheet longer than
a football field--complete with three felony convictions. I hate my family!
Rant Number: 27144 When: Jan. 14, 2003
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: Evening News
VICTORY
Today marks the beginning of a 3-month pilot program on the MARC train system
in the Maryland/DC area. They have introduced "quiet cars" on the commuter
rail system. This includes, no pagers, cell phones, and...drum roll please...NO
CHILDREN! Blissful serenity for those who have to commute between Baltimore
and Washington. I hope the pilot succeeds and is put into place permanently.
Now all we need are childfree flights. I think that would boost revenues
for the airlines. In silent bliss - Doc
Rant Number: 27147 When: right now
What kind: Other Where: this board
I just have to say, it's absolutely fucking pathetic that CF people are obviously
going to have to not tell family or friends about anything, if some of the
recent posts here are any indication. Apparently we can't mention that we've
gotten life insurance payouts (my case, where my breeder family want me to
give all the money to breeder-brother for his snotty spoiled brat to go to
a private school), bought a new home, or gotten pregnant without the breeders
popping up everywhere, demanding that we give them free lodging or become
an unwilling parent to a kid we never wanted.
Are we going to end up having to be a silent underground, where we never
tell anyone anything personal? Hell, the poor woman who ended up pregnant
found that she couldn't even tell her DH, because his eyes instantly glazed
over and he's ready to "try it for a while" (so what do you do when you find
that it's a screaming shit-stinking sack of hassle, Duhddy? It's not so easy
to get rid of it, and it only gets more demanding over time.) Are we all
just going to have to go around never speaking about any bit of good or bad
fortune, for fear that the entitlement breeders will come running to snatch
our little bit of good fortune away, or will demand that we become an incubator
for a sprog?
I hate to think that the woman who bought a house would have to never tell
her family about it, or that the unfortunate pregnant woman would have to
go and have an abortion on the quiet without letting her DH know, but shit,
that's what it's starting to look like. I know that in history, sociological
pendulums swing both ways, and someday it's possible that this incredible
child/breeder-centric social attitude might actually shift back to something
more sane, but for now, I'm starting to feel as if I'm in some sort of secret
resistance movement, unable to speak about anything more meaningful than
the weather.
Shit. I told my fucking family to go take a flying leap, and since I live
in another country, they can't get their hands on that insurance money my
father left me. If I never hear from any of the assholes again, that's just
fine with me. They never gave a shit about me or what I was doing anyway,
as soon as it became apparent that I wasn't going to have kids. But to think
of other people having to stay mum so that breeder relatives don't try to
move in with them, or their DH doesn't suddenly become afflicted with baby-rabies
if they should turn up pregnant, is just bone chilling. Where the fuck will
this ever end?
Rant Number: 27188 When: Years ago
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: Bumper sticker
I saw this one way back before the politically-correct movement took off
in the early 1990's. No way you could find something like this now.
"If the Pope could be pregnant, abortion would be a sacrament."
-B1tch of Babylon
Rant Number: 27263 When: 18 Jan 2003
What kind: I just wanna flame Where: I'm losing my wife to her breederbrained
friends
Last night, my wife of 10 years told me that she is leaving me because I
will not give her a child. When we were married back in 1992, we discussed
the child thing and we decided not to have them. Up until last year, we were
very happy and had a great relationship. Any problems that came up were discussed
and dealt with, and we made a vow never to go to bed or to work or away from
each other if we were angry. I always thought we were very happy together.
About a year and a half or so ago, we had new neighbors move in next door.
At first glance, Brad and Cyndy were a decent couple. They moved in the same
circle of friends that we did, they travelled and had a lot of side interests,
and were always doing something in the community like our community adult
softball league or volunteering at the nature preserve outside of town. Cyndy
then became pregnant and immediately they became the worst breeders I have
ever seen. They seemed to worship at the almight temple of the pregnant woman.
Cyndy went from being a vital, active woman to a couch-bound, helpless and
super-whiny invalid who constantly nagged and yelled at Brad for every small
thing. He went from being an interesting and independent guy to a total slave
to that pregnant banshee.
My wife, who had hung around Cyndy for a while, then started saying that
she was considering motherhood. I told her that it took two people to be
parents, and that I was not willing to be a father. What happened after that
was sheer hell--I could no longer trust her. I found out that she went off
her BC pills and only found out when Brad, in one of his moments of freedom
from Cyndy, told me that my wife was following Cyndy's advice to that end.
I promptly went out and bought a lot of condoms and told my wife that I really
did not want children, and asked her why she had suddenly changed her mind.
She looked at me and told me that I was 'not man enough' to be a father,
and that I would learn to love the baby as soon as it came. I talked to Brad,
and he spilled the beans about how many conversations my wife and Cyndy had
had about ways to 'oops' me. The woman I had known for twelve years, the
love of my life and wanted to grow old with was suddenly a stranger to me.
I couldn't trust her and I grew increasingly desperate. To combat this 'oopsing'
attempt, I put out a 'bait box' of condoms that I knew she would poke holes
into and then kept a secret supply in my briefcase that was always either
at my office or in the car or with me somehow. When things got to that level,
I realized the relationship was over and there really was no salvaging it
anymore. I figured I at least could try once more to convince my wife that
I had no desire to be a father. We went away for the weekend and talked some
things out, but she would not give up on having a baby and told me that if
I didn't give her one, she would find some man who would. So just this morning,
she packed her bags and left.
I intend to move on. The house is in my name only since my wife has had some
tax problems dating back to before we were married. We only have a small
joint checking account for the same reasons. The financial things really
are no concern--I could sell the house and we have no major outstanding bills.
I called my attorney and will initiate divorce proceedings. I only found
out about a half-hour ago from Brad that my wife has been seeing other men
behind my back, and I strongly suspect that she was going to present some
other man's child as mine. I am sorry to burden you all with this, but I
needed some outlet for my resentment, anger and distrust. It really sucks
shit when the person that you love turns breederbrained and abandons all
morality and trustworthiness just to surrender themselves and others (unwillingly)
to the altar of the almight brat. I would like to say that I am big enough
to wish her well, but I honstly hope that she finds misery with a idiot duhd
and a screeching baby that will bring home the reality of just what she brought
upon herself. Thanks for listening.
James
Rant Number: 27307 When: too often
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: everywhere
Ever notice the only people against abortion are men; and women you wouldn't
want to fuck in the first place?" (paraphrased from Mr. George Carlin.)
Had an unpleasant encounter the other day with a pro-forcedpregnancy bimbo.
They were doing an "information picket" in front of a dr.s office that had
done the evil deed of helping women get abortions. Anyway, when she shoved
the propaganda in my face I laughed and asked her if she and her ilk were
planning on feeding, clothing, educating and paying for the little 'darlings'
once they popped out of the fetus factory.
She started in with some crap about mutherhood and I told her to shut the
fuck up and get out of my way. She called me a baby hater and I laughed and
said and you think you're helping them?? Where the hell are your kids bitch?
Giving them lots of attention right now are you?
Stupid bints. If they REALLY want to help why don't they spend some of that
free time babysitting for free or spending time with some lonely elder folk???
Idiots. They get a bee up their ass about a "cause" and brainwash themselves
into thinking their being some kind of fucking heros. Yeah. Right.
Rant Number: 27316 When: Jan 19
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: TV commercial
A big thumbs-up for Ford's new commercial for their Escape. I saw it for
the first time last night. It showed a couple with their three dogs heading
for a day of playing at the beach. At the end it showed the three worn-out
pups crashed in the back of the rig. NOT A SPROG IN SIGHT! How refreshing!
Rant Number: 27354 When: January 20, 2003
What kind: Note to lurking breeders Where: Souplantation restaurant
Hey, you RUDE lurking breeders? Listen up, and listen up good. GET YOUR NASTY,
JEALOUS ATTITUDE OUT OF MY FACE. You give women a horrible name, what with
your huffed, exasperated "sighs" as you try to charge everyone out of your
way like the thoughtless bitch that you are (you are the one with the brats
and the strollers, YOU should excuse yourself, and in a *friendly* way, not
with attitude). It's bad enough dealing with other women in general, but
you thoughtless breeders really corner the market on rude, SELFISH behavior.
The world does NOT revolve around you. Your husband or boyfriend may be checking
out every other woman in the room, but take it out on YOURSELF and HIM, not
me. Hahahahaha...fuck you you bitches! This means you! You are catty, jealous,
insecure, and why the fuck did you breed? Let's just hope Zeighrox turns
out to be a friendlier person than YOU. Bitches.
Rant Number: 27366 When: Now
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: Here
Welcome to Turtle Island . . . CF paradise. Set sail away from the shore
of the Stepford Breeders and Goldensproggen. Set sail and let the gentle
ocean waves rock you toward the Turtle Shore. Upon reaching the protected
50 mile boundary around Turtle Island, the Turtle Island Reserve Guard shall
inspect the ship passengers and welcome the CF with garlands of tropical
flowers. If any trolls are stowed away in the galleys, the Foul Mouthed Broad
and Tennessee Whiskey will whup their asses, stick them in the cannon, and
shoot them back toward the Breeder Shore.
Now Trollfree, the ship gently sails into Turtle Island Harbor where snipped
maidens and sex gods strum Celtic harps and guitars to welcome the new arrivals.
Enjoy bratfree dining and bars. Linger in Marco's CF grocery store before
wandering out to take place in any number of workshops. Learn Japanese sword
fighting with Animata, or Tech Mage magic with Sunfell, or herbal medicine
with Thurizaz. The CF gals (at least the het ones) will regale to the sight
of snipped Legolas and James Marsten lookalikes. For the amorous CF guy,
there's no shortage of sexy partners. Every night there are free Buffy videos
and optional orgies. And if you just want to chill, take a dandelion break
in the meadow with Milo Bloom.
The days are gentle and peaceful, sipping mint juleps on the porch and eating
great food. But we're still socially engaged. Activist runs a rescue program
to help women trapped in Bush Breederland get abortions and BC counseling.
And Harley Wench runs a rescue program for abandoned horses and donkeys.
There are regular pagan rituals sans fertility, warm weather, beautiful beaches
so that even the Aussie CFs feel at home. Everyone gets a totally cool bungalow
with a long veranda for sipping mint juleps a la Foul Mouthed Broad. We also
hold a regular CF Goth festival and Fan Fiction convention.
And far away in Breederland, the sons and daughters of the Stepford Breeders
dream of something different than being just like Mombie and Duddie. They
dream they might rewrite their life script and do something more daring and
original than growing up to be suburban serfs. They dream that they one day
too might escape and live on Turtle Island.
-CF expat, supporting the Foul Mouthed Broad, Tennessee Whiskey 2004 Presidential
Ticket.
Rant Number: 27368 When: It's Happening Now
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: The Forced-Birthers Who Have Are Trying
to Take Over the Gubmint
Just Curious here, everybody, signing in for a brief rant in our increasingly
repressive country:
I have one thing to say to the Forced Birth fucks who are trying to criminalize
taking a teen across state lines to have an abortion if her home state requires
parental notification:
"Step down, turn 'round, pick a pail o' cotton, yessa MASTA!"
SORRY, YOU POWER-HUNGRY, CRAZED, DICTATOR NUMBSKULLS: YOU CAN'T OWN US WOMENFOLKS
ANYMORE THE WAY YOU USED TO DURING THE DAYS OF SLAVERY.
The quality of our lives and health NO LONGER have to rely rely upon where
we live geographically. Just because our mothers popped us out in a certain
state, does NOT entitle flabby, gooey, nasty, nose-picking, greedy, masturbating,
power-ravenous white men to tell us what to do with our bodies. We aren't
slaves and we aren't the daughters of tenant farmers on feudal lands owned
by some skanky old king, either. THE OLD SOUTH IS OVER AND SO ARE THE MIDDLE
AGES. WE ARE FREE.
We will NOT allow young women to become the property of the state they happen
to randomly be born in, and we will not allow this ridiculous and frightening
reversal of our freedom to choose what to do with our own bodies and our
own health to take place.
We will NOT turn back the clock, forced-birthers, no matter how many slaves
and low-wage workers you happen to want to churn out in the states you think
are your damn personal plantations and kingdoms. NO WAY.
KEEP ABORTION FOR TEENS SAFE, LEGAL, PRIVATE, FREQUENT, CHEAP -- AND ABOVE
ALL:
EASY TO OBTAIN.
That's all, folks. God, our country is starting to scare me. It's like the
1950's all over again, with no end in sight ...
Rant Number: 27375 When:
What kind: Other Where:
Sorry, this is a response to the discussion board because I haven't gotten
my confirmation yet. Actually, the quote of "There are three kinds of lies:
lies, damn lies, and statistics" was made originally by Benjamin Disraeli
but was popularized by Mark Twain. Truman may have said it but Disraeli,
as far as we know, was the person that came up with it. Sorry to be anal
retentive 'bout it. :)
Rant Number: 27382 When: 22 January
What kind: Dumb real-world media item Where: The Guardian
Now for something amusing. London's mayor blames inner city congestion and
pollution on the number of parents driving their kyds to school. He tells
them to get on the bus. Parental outrage! It's not faaaair! -CF Expat
http://www.guardian.co.uk/congestion/story/0,12768,879664,00.html
Rant Number: 27385 When: Frequently
What kind: Other Where: Everywhere
I have shut up a number of breeders with this response to the "You are selfish
for not having kids" argument. When they start telling me how terribly selfish
I am, I just stay calm, smile, and say, "So, why don't you tell me the reasons
why you want/wanted to have kids." Usually I hear stuff like, "So I can have
someone to take care of me when I am old," "So that we could carry on the
family name," "Because we wanted to strengthen our marriage," and my personal
favorite, "Because I wanted someone to love" (translation: I wanted someone
to love ME). Then I just look at them and say something like, "Interesting....I
am supposedly the selfish one, but those reasons seem to be all about YOU..."
I have yet to receive a good comeback from any breeder to this. They either
get mad and stomp off, or sputter and say something like, "You just don't
understand!" Then I just say, "You're right. I sure don't." At that point
I walk away. Of course, none of us are obligated to explain our choices to
anyone....but I do enjoy seeing the breeders sputter.
Rant Number: 27385 When: Frequently
What kind: Other Where: Everywhere
I have shut up a number of breeders with this response to the "You are selfish
for not having kids" argument. When they start telling me how terribly selfish
I am, I just stay calm, smile, and say, "So, why don't you tell me the reasons
why you want/wanted to have kids." Usually I hear stuff like, "So I can have
someone to take care of me when I am old," "So that we could carry on the
family name," "Because we wanted to strengthen our marriage," and my personal
favorite, "Because I wanted someone to love" (translation: I wanted someone
to love ME). Then I just look at them and say something like, "Interesting....I
am supposedly the selfish one, but those reasons seem to be all about YOU..."
I have yet to receive a good comeback from any breeder to this. They either
get mad and stomp off, or sputter and say something like, "You just don't
understand!" Then I just say, "You're right. I sure don't." At that point
I walk away. Of course, none of us are obligated to explain our choices to
anyone....but I do enjoy seeing the breeders sputter.
Rant Number: 27410 When: Jan 25, 2003
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: NZ Listener
Snippets taken from an interview with Paul Watson, co-founder of Greenpeace:
"I regard the diminishment of ecological carrying capacity and the extinction
of plants and animals as the most important problems facing the future of
evolution on Earth. Both problems are the result of out-of-control population
growth. If humanity does not implement a solution to the population problem,
nature will deliver a very unpleasant solution and our lack of action today
will guarantee an ecological nightmare for the people of the next few generations."
"I do see a solution, but my solutions are unacceptable...I would implement
serious educational programmes to reduce population."
"We are the 'Titanic', sinking slowly into the darkness of extinction due
to our own stupidity...as the ship sinks ever deeper into the abyss, we toss
out other species to make more room in the lifeboats for even more human
passengers."
I'm sure this infuriates the eco-breeders, who don't seem to see the connexion
between species extinction, and their own little brood of Mini-Greens. But
like most causes that breeders participate in, it's All About Them and to
hell with everything else. As long as Fugley gets to eat his organic alfalfa,
all is right with the world.
CF in NZ
Rant Number: 27449 When: Jan 24
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: Here on the Brats page
I agree with the other poster about having a positive abortion story site.
I had an abortion when I was 21 and it was the best fucking thing I ever
did! I did not regret it then nor do I now. In fact, the first thing I felt
afterwards was the greatest sense of relief I have ever felt in my life.
I think alot more women feel this way about abortion than people think. But
of course you only see the regretful side of the issue. To quote the Foul-Mouthed
Broad, "fuck that shit!". I will tell anyone that asks that I had an abortion
and it was one of the wisest choices I ever made.
Big Bad Red
Rant Number: 27456 When: Years ago
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where:
You know, I've had not one but two abortions. I was taking birth control
both times (sponge one time, pills the other time). In fact, I have never
had unprotected sex in my life. I was in my mid twenties, working full time,
and trying to finish college. Aside from the financial hardships I was already
enduring without having a kid, I have never, ever wanted children. So, having
an abortion was a no-brainer, and one my then-boyfriend wholeheartedly supported.
I have never, ever experienced one moment of remorse or regret. Being pregnant
to me was an unfortunate medical condition for which I needed treatment.
I have never once wondered what having kids would have been like (bloody
awful, from what I can see, is my guess). I love my CF life. I even don't
mind occasional contact with my family's and friend's offspring. But boy,
am I glad I've never had any of my own! The Angry (ProChoice Forever) Hamster
Rant Number: 27463 When: January 24, 2003
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: my life
I've posted about this before, so I'll keep this short. However, this seemed
like a good time on the page to reiterate that having an abortion was one
of the best choices - nay, the best - choice I have ever made. Ever.
As most of you know, I was on the pill and using condoms (the one in question
broken on this particular day) when I got pregnant. It was a total fluke,
and in 10 years of sexual activity this was the only time I've gotten pregnant.
Like another poster here, I've never had unprotected sex, either!
Regardless, I got pregnant and I couldn't get to the clinic fast enough.
At risk of being too blunt, my only thought was: "Get it out of me right
now get it out of me right now GET IT OUT." That was ALL I thought for several
days (having to deal with a waiting period and all that tripe). I would have
done ANYTHING before carrying that pregnancy to term and giving birth. Honestly,
I would have preferred suicide to having a baby. Still do.
www.SaveRoe.com has a place for women who have had abortions to post their
stories, but I can't really say if they'll welcome a gleeful, "best thing
I ever did" response. It's worth a shot.
Pizzette
Rant Number: 27465 When: Just now
What kind: Garden-variety rant Where: Home
I've been lurking at this site for months now (thanks Turtle!) and couldn't
keep quiet about this one. I wanted to weigh in on the abortion rants - I
had an unplanned pregnancy at 18, and immediately went out and had an abortion.
It was the best, smartest wisest thing I ever did and I don't regret it for
a second. I don't like children and never, ever, ever wanted one. Had I even
survived the pregnancy as I was in no physical, mental or financial shape
to have a kid. I was glad that abortion was, and hopefully will continue
to be safe and legal. Didn't traumatize me for an instant. More of us should
be heard. -J
Rant Number: 27480 When:
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where:
I'd like to rave about my good friend who came out of the closet and told
me today that she doesnt want children! I always suspected it, anyway! (Like
gay people can tell who's gay by "gaydar", can childfree people tell who's
CF by "childfreedar"? I guess so!) When she was 20 or 21, she got pregnant
by using a bad condom and had an abortion, then got on the pill. It was a
wise decision, being young and broke, and neither her or her BF wanted a
baby. Fast forward to now: we are both 34, she now has a great job,she owns
a big home that only SHE lives in! Tons of space! She has traveled through
Europe, and has tons of freedom and money to burn! If she skipped that abortion,
I know her life would be NOTHING like this. I'd abort in a minute as well.
I also have a 2nd friend who aborted in her 20's and is still CF. She also
says a baby would have ruined her. The early weeks of pregnancy were making
her deathly ill, plus she didnt want, nor could she support a child. Abortion
SAVES LIVES, not kills lives! The fundies have to get that straight!
Rant Number: 27489 When: January 25, 2003
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: Right here!
I am another woman who is proud of my abortion and is damned glad I got one!
Every single time I see a moo with a screaming baby, I give a sigh of relief
knowing that I made the right c-h-o-i-c-e to abort that baybee. Life would
really be awful if I caved in and had that child. Very little money, a screaming
kid, a horrible man, and need I say more...
Abortion rocks!
Sincerely, The Very Happy & Proud Dayner Hall
Rant Number: 27492 When: 19 years ago
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: Kentucky
Another poster here who had an abortion and has never regretted it. I regret
getting pregnant and still have sympathy for the scared 19 year old that
I was then, but felt nothing but relief when it was over and appreciation
for those wonderful supremes who realized that I may know what is better
for my body than a bunch of old men. Bless you and shame on your sucessors!
Rant Number: 27493 When: just now
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: reading this board
Having an abortion was probably one of the kindest things I ever did for
msyelf. Not that I own a crystal ball, but knowing what I know about myself,
it NEVER would have worked out had I had the kid and hooked up with the dad.
(The father was never told, I dealt with it alone.)
Rant Number: 27494 When: May, 1979
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where:
I too had an abortion & have absolutely no regrets. All I felt was PURE
RELIEF. I am thankful that I had that option!
Rant Number: 27504 When: October 1996
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: the local abortion clinic
This is yet another positive abortion story! I messed up my first attempt
to write this. I got pregnant when I was 22. My husband was certified sterile,
but turned out not to be. Well, I'm a disabled woman. I have pretty bad manic-depression,
and at the time it was NOT under control because my doctors still didn't
know what was wrong with me. They just knew I was exhausted all the time
and having some mental changes. Well, the hormonal changes from the pregnancy
caused me to have a really bad depressive episode, and I couldn't get out
of bed and missed a week of college until I could get the abortion. I knew
I wanted the abortion because I had been childfree from childhood and the
pregnancy was really making me sick. So my husband (then boyfriend) and I
marched up to the abortion clinic and got it flushed on Saturday. I was able
to go back to college on Monday, thank God. In retrospective, having that
abortion was one of the most intelligent decisions I ever made. I'm so glad
I had that abortion! I'm just sory I had to be sick with the pregnancy.-The
Not so Dumb Blonde
Rant Number: 27508 When: 1978
What kind: Not a rant -- a rave! Where: MN
Age 19, BF and and I were college students. Condom broke, I was pregnant.
Immediately made appointment for abortion. Immediately. I have never had
one moment of regret, saddness, torment, over our {and yes, it was totally
"our" decision.} decision to abort that unwanted mistake. Fast forward 25
years. Said BF has been my wonderful, lovely husband for almost 23 years.
We are educated, well off, and very happy. Would any of this been possible
if we had made the wrong choice? I think not. Another fabulous CF success
story!
Rant Number: 27519 When: Many years ago
What kind: Other Where:
This is not a positive abortion story. But keep reading.
When I was nineteen, I was dating a guy in the military. We were sort of
engaged (he asked, I never gave a firm "yes" because he could be a bit of
a jerk and we didn't have all that much in common). I saw him maybe twice
a year. And I had a pregnancy scare.
I usually post under a screen name, but I'm putting nothing on here at all
that will tie this post to who I am, because all these years later my parents
still do not know that this happened. It turned out to be just an irregular
period, no doubt brought on by the stress of the relationship that I could
tell I wasn't suited for, and everything turned out fine. What this did was
reverse my previously anti-abortion tendencies with breakneck abruptness.
I'm adopted. Because of this, and because of a Christian upbringing, I was
ripe for the Right-to-Lifers, and I was actually a member of the county chapter
of RTL. I wrote a heartfelt letter to the editor of the local paper, denouncing
abortion, when I was just fourteen. My parents, staunch anti-abortion folks,
were very proud of me. At fourteen, I just couldn't see why any woman would
want to deny someone like ME the chance to be adopted!
Then along came cold, hard reality, in the form of a late period, a furtively
purchased pregnancy test, terrified confessions to my best friend, and in
general two months of sheer gut-wrenching fear. I emerged from this knowing
that I could never in any good conscience oppose abortion again. If I had,
in fact, been pregnant, my parents would have made me keep it. They would
have made me marry the jerk. I would have been a military wife at nineteen,
a mother soon after, and my life would have been OVER.
Now I'm happily married to a wonderful childfree man. I'm surgically sterilized.
There will be no unwelcome strangers in my body. And although I was adopted,
and born before Roe vs. Wade, there is no way that I would have denied my
birthmother that choice, knowing what I know now, knowing how utterly terrified
she must have been.
I'm glad I didn't have to have an abortion at nineteen. I'm glad it was just
a scare. However, that choice MUST remain safe and accessible for all those
others who need it and will continue to need it. A frightened teenaged girl
is NOT magically transformed into a loving, capable, ready mother by the
presence of a parasite, and there is much potential for lasting emotional
harm there...something the RTLers never think about when they're going on
and on about "post-abortion syndrome."