A word about children


I love children. I don’t want any, but I love those little pint-sized rapscallions. The energy, the enthusiasm, the boundless imagination…the stickiness, the spills, the whining. I am an honorary “aunt” to two adorable girls who are polar opposites of each other: Peyton, who’s a tomboy, and Poppy, a true princess.

I never worry about Peyton; she’s smart, sassy, and would kick someone in the nuts if they pissed her off enough. Poppy is a little lady with manners that would make the Queen proud. She loves shopping, makeup, dressing up and going to tea. She terrifies me at times.

Which leads me to the conclusion that, if I should ever procreate, I want a boy. Boys are easier than girls. They don’t care about getting dirty; they don’t get their periods and all that comes along with that; they are less likely to tell you they hate you, and they offer you the chance to raise them into fine young manly men with good manners who can still kick someone’s ass.

Girls. I was one, so enough said.


About D'arcy

D'arcy grew up on an estate in upstate New York, surrounded by staff, with mostly absentee parents. Left to her own devices, she shunned school, read voraciously, and collected animals, first-edition volumes of her favorite books, and occasionally men. D'arcy recently moved out of her apartment on the UES of NYC with her cavachon pup, Aramis, and is currently living at her late parents estate while deciding on where to put down roots. The best way to get on her good side is to have a sense of humor, not take yourself too seriously, and be kind in general. Irritate her, and you'll be greeted with a laser look and a tongue lashing for the ages, and not the good kind.

2 Replies to “A word about children”

  1. Keep in Mind:
    1. A Boy has to learn to become a Man, & then do it. And it’s different for every Boy. Society requires something from a Man, which, in the beginning, is extrinsic: he must create within himself value.
    2. Any woman who “should ever procreate,” will need a good Man around to show the Boy how to do this. We can see the error of many women believing 1. the Man isn’t necessary; or 2. the woman’s relationship with her Man has little to no bearing on the Boy.
    Women have, by virtue of being a Woman, intrinsic value–milk, eggs, raising children, and are considered of such value that, for example, hitting one is verboten. Seats on lifeboats….or, in the case of genocide, rape instead of murder.
    Men…no such luck…

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