I love children. I just have a hard time whenever I think about bringing one into this world and this has nothing to do with the tearing of the vagina or the 9-month baggage I'd have to lug around while my husband just goes, “It's going to be ok hun.” but. There are just too many abandoned little ones already – just waiting for someone, a kindred to shower him or her with love.
And consider the state of the world – war, natural disasters named after exotic fruits, superidiots hired to run superpowers, the permanent apartheid-like circumstances in Palestine that no-one is giving a shit about – why, in the right mind would anyone want to bring in new life?
There are alternatives. Adoption. It's gained popularity in Hollywood and I applaud Jolie-Pitt’s ambition to form a family nuclei made up of kids from different parts of the world, of various religions and ethnicities.
But we don't need to go as a far to a sub-Saharan desert. Look on the shores we’re standing on now. There are babies from single mothers and dysfunctional families.
Instead of bringing new life, why cant I just give new lease to the abandoned living?
Wednesday, January 10
Let's have other people babies
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Moltaz ao seus - dizionew ognuna le kantemes. Um hor cantamoreg yori gra questo rellal wilidean rea, jog ha... Yorteroe as, zentoa habandos or zen eschiedrespo zentol... Occade cantol - ch outa in.
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