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[catslash]

Crossposted to childfree.

Today I learned that my uterus is hawt and sexy.

I was having a perfectly normal conversation with a customer about the hassle of Christmas trees, which led to the kid thing - because the customer, having kids, has to have a tree, whereas I, childfree, do not - which in turn led to me saying, "No, I don't have kids yet. Or ever."

Then she starts going on about how I sound like her daughter and we are wasting our uteruses that God gave us. I mention the possibility of adoption, pointing out that there are already loads of kids who need homes, so why go and make one? Again, I sound like her daughter (the poor child) and then she starts in on the uterus theme again: "You have a beautiful uterus. God gave it to you, don't waste it."

A: Leave your god out of it. B: Shut up. C: Get out of my store, plskthx. D: Shut up.

She wasn't belligerent or openly rude or anything, but damn if she didn't sound like just about every breeder I've read about at childfree.

Oh, and surprise, surprise: She's twenty-nine with seven kids.

Comments

[peaseblossom03.livejournal.com]

You could have told her to use the beautiful lips God gave her to close over her mouth...

[catslash.livejournal.com]

Ha! Maybe if she'd been a bit ruder, but she wasn't giving me attitude or anything so I wanted to be nice. She was friendly, just clueless and persistent.

[peaseblossom03.livejournal.com]

Of course, I have a trump card to play if someone pulls that shit on me (Think you're getting a lot at 21? Wait till you're pushing 30...). "I don't have a uterus. I lost it to disease. Thanks a lot for reminding me." And even though it overplays my feelings on the matter, it just might make some idiot like her shut up for a minute. Maybe.

My stock answer though is usually, "Nah, no kids. I like sleeping too much."

[grendelbear.livejournal.com]

I don't want cubs either. Then I'd feel obliged to be a good example to someone and I can't handle that pressure. Plus it would make cruising for girl bears way more difficult. Mom and Dad don't want to make any cubs either, they say they've got enough on their hands with me and all the other fuzzies.