don’t date someone who looks at a kid crying and rolls their eyes. more than likely they’ll do the same when you’re crying.
don’t spend time with anyone who thinks children shouldn’t be in public. kids live in the same world we do, they have a right to go see (age appropriate) movies the same as any adult.
don’t be that asshole who insists children are terrible when you’re terrible to them, too. kids have a right to not like people who treat them poorly. they don’t have to be polite to you because you’re an adult.
don’t be the dick who thinks of children as a hive mind or as having the same personality. kids are people… they’re just as varied in their personalities and opinions as any adult.
if you don’t want to be a parent, that’s fine. parenting is the heaviest responsibility in our society yet it’s treated as a societal expectation. but just because you’re certain you don’t want to raise kids, doesn’t mean you get to treat every child, who are people deserving of respect, like they’re less than human in any shape or form.
children are people and they deserve respect. my god, i can’t believe that i have to say it, but some of y’all apparently don’t know.
children? terrifyingly fragile, often too loud, and the idea of having one is pure terror and social demand.
this post? a good fucking post. I don’t give a fuck whether you “like kids” or
not, don’t treat them like shit or i’ll kill you thanks
Tag: children
My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.
My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.
And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?
Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.
Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”
When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.
And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.
I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.
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