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something set me thinking ....
what is this huge rut that we have got ourself into .. killing the girl child ... bribing parents to produce more babies... threatening parents if they produce more than one.... what is the right age for a girl to be married off ( ya i am being specific of my country, India)

listen..... we like, all living organisms have the power to reproduce, ya ya we have made it recreational, thank god for that.... so lets have fun and be serious about this reproduction and taking our race into the next millennium ...

so the thought in a nut shell is ...
have kids when u are in ur 40's... okay women before you decide to ...kill me.. me ... listen to the whole thing ... u guys ( as in the women) consult your doc and figure out a better age but not 21 for fuck sake ...
Kids are not for your entertainment and aren't ur new doll..or play toy....

ya you are to bring it into this world nurture it..impart your learning..ya thatz how we move forward ... and then by the time your doll/play toy has reached puberty you are an oldman/woman... chilling and have more time to give your kids .... and by the time you have attended thier graducation cermoeny you are ready to move on ..which you do in a couple of years....freeing your kids to LEAD THEIR LIFES... truly ....
like you would have wanted yours...

and the cycle contiues.......


Comments

MsM said…
you obviously feel strongly about the subject..... would consider the 'baby making' age to be personal and very different for each woman.... emotional maturity and a sense of responsibility always works.... irrespective of the age..... what say you?

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