clevermanka (
clevermanka) wrote2006-12-28 09:05 am
DIY Child Hell, or You Lucky Lucky Not-My-Kid
Nearly everyone who knows me understands (or at least is aware) that I'm a pretty dedicated DIYer. Sometimes to my detriment. Given the choice between buying something and making it myself, I'll usually make it myself. Even if it winds up being more expensive. No, I don't know why. It's a mental disease. Or something. I am capable of realizing when a project is beyond my abilities--in which case I ring up Johnson County Upholstery (email me for contact info if you need an upholsterer!) or some place similar. I even try to make all my gifts. Sometimes I wonder if that comes off as either egotistical or cheap. But I've been (rightfully) accused of both from time to time, so I don't let it bother me.
However.
It has, on occasion, occurred to me that I might have done the planet a disservice by not reproducing. I'm not saying I have the best genes in the world, but it's a fact that way too many educated, socially liberal folks just aren't having kids. And that's a pity, it really is. BTW, kudos to
_mac_ and
stuology, but the two of you simply can't make up for the lack of Liberal Breeding, no matter how hard you may try. But--I can honestly say that I have done a great, great favor to whomever might have been doomed to be my child. Because they never, ever would have been the happy recipient of a store-bought toy.
Why would I buy toys when these exist: Mr. McGroovy's Box Rivets.
In a word: Fan-fucking-tastic. Oh man. Can you imagine? And can you imagine the look of patient disappointment on Little Jenny's face when she opens up a present that is, yet again, not Barbie's Dream House, but rather something made out of the box it came in?
However.
It has, on occasion, occurred to me that I might have done the planet a disservice by not reproducing. I'm not saying I have the best genes in the world, but it's a fact that way too many educated, socially liberal folks just aren't having kids. And that's a pity, it really is. BTW, kudos to
Why would I buy toys when these exist: Mr. McGroovy's Box Rivets.
In a word: Fan-fucking-tastic. Oh man. Can you imagine? And can you imagine the look of patient disappointment on Little Jenny's face when she opens up a present that is, yet again, not Barbie's Dream House, but rather something made out of the box it came in?
