Bellatrix
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So anyway - what would you do with all this freedom in the event of no kids, no committment?
What do you do now? Live in caravans and play the mandolin with a rose between your teeth? Walk the earth like what's-his-name in Kung Fu?
No - I would hazard that you think about what wine is the best, whether you would like new shelves just there in the corner, and discuss Jamie Oliver's latest recipe book while you play the latest Katie Mehlua record ever-so-softly in the background at dinner parties. Exciting, isn't it? It's oh so rock-and-roll.
And just think - in ten years time, after failing to commit to all that boring stuff, you'll still be doing all that still - except now you'll be 45! With a limp prick and a hernea! Exciting, isn't it? And as you sit there making your mealy-mouthed conversation with your "partner" of two months (in the parlance of the times), you'll wonder what the point of all of this is. And how nobody appreciates Katie Mehlua anymore. Pass the gravy, dear. Isn't this nice?
So non-breeders are vacuous, soulless losers who find their purpose in life in the Habitat catalogue, eh?
The bitterness of this post seems like a pretty convincing argument in favour of sterilisation to me.
And now, back to the hedonism...
*gazes out window, contemplates making a sandwich