Both men were working profesisonals who worked long hours. Both women were “Stay at home mommies” and it so happens they both had 3 kids who were all about the same ages.

Men talked about work, their pursuits, the market, industry, jobs, current events.

Guess what the women talked about? Their kids. All night. The whole night. “Oh my kids do this, my kids do that my kids are so this my kids…

All I heard was “Me me me me kids kids kids kids me me me kids kids kids me me kids me kids me me me kids kids kids kids me me me kids kids kids me me kids me kids me me me kids kids kids kids me me me kids kids kids me me kids me kids me me me kids kids kids kids me me me kids kids kids me me kids me kidsme me me kids kids kids kids me me me kids kids kids me me kids me kids” – Moms nattering on and exchanging kid stories, shopping with kids, carrying their kids, woe is me, I can barely get my yoga class in with kids…not exaclty deep topics of conversation here.

The men were talking about taking vacations to disney, and how f~~~ing miserable it was with 3 grumpy kids, up at the crack of dawn and grumpy by the middle of the afternoon. Basically both agreed their vacation was not a vacation and they were exhausted by the end of it.. The wives complained that they “never get a moment’s rest…all I have time to do is go for a workout, then I’m picking up my kid. I literally only had 30 MINUTES in my day to sit down. Even though earlier in the conversation they talked about having time to watch soap operas and ellen and s~~~ when their kids were younger. Meanwhile the men talked about working 10 – 14 hour days during busy times to support stay at home mom and 3 kids.

This exemplifies to me the differences in life. Women feel like their time is so much more valuable than the guy putting in 10-14 hours (working, coming home to see his kids, then workign a few more hours until bed). But they have the most important job in the world – STAY AT HOME MOMMY. Meanwhile I was thinking jeebus f christ, I hope I never have kids, you f~~~ers sound so cuckhold and miserable, what kind of man wants to sign up for that?

All men ever get is the bill.

For myself, I don’t have kids, and I don’t need kids to give my life meaning. I just don’t have this and don’t get it personally. I am really in no place to be a parent either. And when I get my finances in order, I don’t see it.

I would personally like to see a good sales pitch on why it is awesome to have kids. I don’t get it myself. I keep thinking of kids as an excuse adults use to put off trying to actually DO something that makes a difference. They decide their kids would be a way for them to do things in the future (their dreams) and then their kids do the same thing. No one does their dreams, but keep thinking their kids will do their dreams.

About stay at home mommies. Bill Burr said it best. She can do her job in her pajamas. Real work is installing roofs in July heat.

About vacations, my favorites are when we spent a few days camping. Us kids could run wild in the woods. Mom and dad had nothing to do all day and saved a packet of money, even with the camper van rental fees. Places like Disneyland are now a blur, but I remember family camping trips very well.

I was raised by a single mother for half my life, then by my re-married father’s second wife… my dad was never much of a factor in the deal, aside from paying for everything of course… and I think I was probably an ungrateful little s~~~ in my day. Perhaps the opportunities to be s~~~ty for kids have just increased since then.

In any case, I’ve never wanted kids and don’t miss them.

As a father of 3 kids i agree on most of whats been said but have found in my experience and friends experiences women do alot of talking bout how wonderful there kids are but very little action.its very often the men are playing with the kids and doing fun stuff while the women do nothing.if you go on holiday all you see is dads in the swimming pool with kids while the woman is relaxing on a sun lounger.my kids have bought me loads of joy but its bloody hardwork.

All the weemins content themselves to do is plop ’em out and even that isn’t hard work nowadays with all the medication they pump into her in the epidural injection. Most don’t even have a participating role in making them as most weemins are fish in the sack.
Then the weemins get out of changing poopy diapers under the false pretext it makes them sick. Not as sick as what Feminism gets me.
Discipline, if nowadays weemins even know what’s that like, is again through the man. The children are warned into being “good” otherwise daddy will _____ when he comes home. My ex used to hate it when I didn’t enforce her “rules”. I’m a man, I got man-rules and I’m not upholding rules that punish children for being children.
Then there’s the play time and again, as Revista says, it’s the man who plays with the children. I never minded. I loved hearing my kids laughing and having fun, it was a welcome distraction from constantly being attacked and criticized by my “better half”
Weemins nowadays want children to be adults and bitch when a 6 y/o breaks a glass doing dishes. I’m all for teaching them but children aren’t house servants. Enough that husbands are.

If someone chose not to have kids I wouldn’t criticise them, it’s a personal choice and the world is already overflowing with people, many of whom have been forsaken by society, and I think it’s important for us as a species to continue, by first caring for those that are already here.

After all, pops was the man for a period, but that begins to fade once you hit middle and high school. Pops isn’t so cool anymore.

Also, not knowing pops was a closet alcoholic, and he was just putting on a face for most social functions.