And we come full circle, friends. I am going to make like Vera Drake and put my breeding desires on low.
Why? Well, firstly, I found out that Great Mama Duggar (she of the "it's a vagina not a clown car fame) is expecting her 18th child! I'm intensely disgusted by this factoid. What can possibly be the state of that woman's uterus? Does she need to buy it an extra seat when she flies?
Having babies can sometimes keep personal problems at bay.
"[It] keeps you busy — if not through adoption, than in pregnancy, you get the oxytocin [often called the 'hormone of love'] bursts," said Honos-Webb. "You get attention from other people and you define your own role — all those things manage depression."
Often subclinical depression is not obvious to the person, according to Honos-Webb. "It's difficult to admit those feelings, especially if you have a healthy child and every reason to be happy."
Having children to find happiness is a "recipe for a mental health disaster," according to Honos-Webb, who coins the phenomenon a "Mother Theresa complex." The result can be a failure to attach emotionally, causing eating disorders and depression in the children.
"There is such an imbalance to give and not to take," she said. "On the one hand, Mother Theresa was a saint, but on the other hand, it was a perfect formula for major depression."
The old lady in me is all "I weep for the future" and the moron in me is all "Jesus Christ, I'm glad there wasn't YouTube when I was this age because I'm pretty sure I would have made this girl look like a Rhodes Scholar."
I've decided to do it. I'm going to have a baby. A Japanese rice baby. These things are better than the real things. Finally, a birth announcement you can eat!
There are people out there making political props of their children, and because they are hilarious while doing it, and most likely play for my team, I support it. Swift kids for Truth, people.
Today I'm almost at Mama Duggarlevel as I hover at severe. This story about an adorable toddler with autism who only speaks to animals didn't help matters.
When I was young, my mom was mostly very liberal in her Catholicism. However, there was one incident of crazy where she informed me that the devil walked the earth and would try to charm you. You could spot him by his perfectly manicured finger nails. I doubt Hickabee SugarGlider Jesus has nice nails, but it's he is still satan. Do what my mom suggested, and loudly say, "HUCKABEE I REBUKE THEE." Do not make eye contact or shake his hand.
I find myself in a rapid mood cycling bipolar frenzy regarding children and breeding, specifically with regard to my own uterus. One day it seems like a great idea, the next, the path of broken dreams and giving up. To track this rollercoaster of indecision, I am introducing a new feature, wherein I share something I find online that I store into my pro/con list.
Today, I'm almost at neutral because...I suppose I should start with the bad news, there's a man in Russia with a tail.
Call me out on this if you would like, but the prospect of contributing to the human race after seeing a man with a wriggling dick on his back makes me hopelessly depressed. I can't explain why this makes me sad enough to not breed, but it does. Can you imagine changing the diaper of a child with a dicktail? His little nub moving back and forth in his own turd bomb?
But there was some mighty potent cuteness shot at me last week which is still going strong.
And we come full circle, friends. I am going to make like Vera Drake and put my breeding desires on low.
Why? Well, firstly, I found out that Great Mama Duggar (she of the "it's a vagina not a clown car fame) is expecting her 18th child! I'm intensely disgusted by this factoid. What can possibly be the state of that woman's uterus? Does she need to buy it an extra seat when she flies?
Having babies can sometimes keep personal problems at bay.
"[It] keeps you busy — if not through adoption, than in pregnancy, you get the oxytocin [often called the 'hormone of love'] bursts," said Honos-Webb. "You get attention from other people and you define your own role — all those things manage depression."
Often subclinical depression is not obvious to the person, according to Honos-Webb. "It's difficult to admit those feelings, especially if you have a healthy child and every reason to be happy."
Having children to find happiness is a "recipe for a mental health disaster," according to Honos-Webb, who coins the phenomenon a "Mother Theresa complex." The result can be a failure to attach emotionally, causing eating disorders and depression in the children.
"There is such an imbalance to give and not to take," she said. "On the one hand, Mother Theresa was a saint, but on the other hand, it was a perfect formula for major depression."
The old lady in me is all "I weep for the future" and the moron in me is all "Jesus Christ, I'm glad there wasn't YouTube when I was this age because I'm pretty sure I would have made this girl look like a Rhodes Scholar."
I've decided to do it. I'm going to have a baby. A Japanese rice baby. These things are better than the real things. Finally, a birth announcement you can eat!
There are people out there making political props of their children, and because they are hilarious while doing it, and most likely play for my team, I support it. Swift kids for Truth, people.
Today I'm almost at Mama Duggarlevel as I hover at severe. This story about an adorable toddler with autism who only speaks to animals didn't help matters.
When I was young, my mom was mostly very liberal in her Catholicism. However, there was one incident of crazy where she informed me that the devil walked the earth and would try to charm you. You could spot him by his perfectly manicured finger nails. I doubt Hickabee SugarGlider Jesus has nice nails, but it's he is still satan. Do what my mom suggested, and loudly say, "HUCKABEE I REBUKE THEE." Do not make eye contact or shake his hand.
I find myself in a rapid mood cycling bipolar frenzy regarding children and breeding, specifically with regard to my own uterus. One day it seems like a great idea, the next, the path of broken dreams and giving up. To track this rollercoaster of indecision, I am introducing a new feature, wherein I share something I find online that I store into my pro/con list.
Today, I'm almost at neutral because...I suppose I should start with the bad news, there's a man in Russia with a tail.
Call me out on this if you would like, but the prospect of contributing to the human race after seeing a man with a wriggling dick on his back makes me hopelessly depressed. I can't explain why this makes me sad enough to not breed, but it does. Can you imagine changing the diaper of a child with a dicktail? His little nub moving back and forth in his own turd bomb?
But there was some mighty potent cuteness shot at me last week which is still going strong.
