New Girl, Man Hands and I are not overly pro-child. We're not anti-child either. Well, with the exception of a few of them. It's more that we're anti I-have-a-child-and-therefore-the-world-should-bend-over-backwards-for-me-type parents. You know the sort. None of you are like that, of course.
Man Hands was reading an article about outraged parents who choose to have 30 children and then complain that they can't afford to fly the whole family first class to EuroDisney. Or something like that. I'm sorry to have to inform you that the three of us got into a bit of a rant about entitled parents. Actually, I'm not sorry at all. We really enjoyed it.
"If you choose to have kids, then maybe you have to cut back in some other areas of your life," said Man Hands.
"Exactly," I said. "We all make choices that restrict what we can do. Even us not having kids is a limitation in some respects."
"Yeah," said Man Hands. "like, I can't even go to the playground anymore."
"And certainly not naked."