At the daycare we have a kid with two sisters from different dads. One of the other kids asked why this girl’s sister has a different last name from her, and I explained that she has a different dad, so they have different last names. That happens, sometimes. The 7 year-old girl who asked me this question thought about this and asked if the mom was married to both dads and how did that work.
I explained that she was either married to each dad one after the other, or she was married to one after having a kid with the other earlier, or she was never married to either dad, or etc. Like my sister, I explained, who is unmarried and has never been married but has a kid. This made the girl stare in shock.
“I thought you had to be married to get kids,” she said, like her world was turned upside down.
“That’s optional,” I explained loosely. “You don’t need to be married or even dating to have kids with someone. My sister has a kid and is an accountant and has no plans to get married as of yet.”
The girl sat there for a moment. “Well, then why do people even get married?” she demanded, “Are you telling me we don’t even need boys at all? I can just have all the kids I want and never have to marry a boy???”
“Yep,” I said, blandly, skipping over pages and pages of in-depth discussion of why marriage exists, why ‘boys’ and ‘girls’ are too simplistic to explain body parts, and all the awkwardness of intercourse and reproduction with just one word.
The girl leapt from her seat and raced over to inform the other girls about her new discovery. I heard her yelling: “No marrying! We can have kids without getting married! WE DON’T NEED HUSBANDS. We can just have babies!”
“What if we want babies?” asked one of the boys, distressed.
“Who CARES what you want??” the girls yelled.
I spent a lot of time trying not to laugh hysterically at my desk.
“average person hath borne me on his back 3 times” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person hath borne me on his back 0 times. Alas, poor Yorick, who hath borne me on his back a thousand times, was an outlier adn should not have been counted
*walks into bar* *sits in a booth with ppl in it* dont yall love being cis? i love to be cis, its good. (whispering to small lizard under the table: what do cis people drink? milk? you said milk?) yall got milk at this bar?
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost
Thorin can’t find his bum with both hands and a map,
and that’s why this poem is about Aragorn.
Kimchi and Justice 