1. Kate Garraway wants me to crack on straight away, if not ten years ago. (And it is her business.)
2. I can’t have a baby right now. I’m not well enough, I don’t have any money, I’m technically homeless. And (minor detail) I don’t know anybody who could be the baby’s father.
3. I always said I didn’t want to have children. When I was 11, people just laughed. When I was 21, they told me I’d change my mind.
4. In my late twenties, I went from “Hell no” to “I don’t know” and seem to be stuck there. Sometimes having a child sounds like the most scary, boring, horrifying thing I could ever imagine. Sometimes it sounds… life-affirming and stuff.
5. OK, fine. I might have teared up at every stupid Evian babies ad I’ve ever seen. But I still think kittens are cuter.
6. In less than a year, my fertility will be jumping off a cliff, and it’s unlikely that I’ll have my life together by then. I resent that this is a choice I might not even get the chance to make, thanks to biology and my stupid body.
7. If you’re not on the pill, do your eggs get used up more quickly?
8. Me. With a child. Me. Being a grown-up. Nope, doesn’t compute.
9. I guess if I did have a kid, I’d have to learn to get up before 7 AM. Before 6? (!)
10. When I was at university, my friend Jill was the only other person I knew who was adamant they didn’t want kids. Now she has two.
11. How do people just progress through life, buying houses, getting married, and having babies without feeling so tied down they need to breathe into a paper bag?
12. Play groups, kids’ parties, soft play, swimming lessons… all sound utterly stultifying.
13. The saying “The days are long but the years are short” makes me want to throw myself off a cliff.
14. I bloody hate cartoons.
15. How does any parent cope with homework? And ironing uniforms, and making packed lunches, and planning and cooking nutritional meals for more than one person on a daily basis?
16. I wonder if ultimately it’s a choice between drudgery and loneliness.
17. Holidays and weekends would be hard work for at least a decade.
18. I’d have to spend many years being thought of as an embarrassment.
19. How the hell do you give a sex talk?
20. I mostly imagine myself as a single parent, probably because my mum was one. I don’t know how she did it.
21. The phrase “You wouldn’t understand, you don’t have children” should be banned.
22. It’s riskier to have a baby the older you get. And I’m too much of a wimp for an amniocentesis.
23. I don’t want to have a disabled baby, which is hypocritical and shallow and selfish of me.
24. Miscarriage, stillbirth, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.
25. Bullies, kidnappers, rapists, murderers, terrorists.
26. How does anyone let their child out of their sight for even one second?
27. Nora Ephron said you’d been a good parent if your kids grew up to be able to afford their own therapy. Which is simplistic, but comforting. And means my parents have failed.
28. What if I have another dud? It’s in the genes. As is anxiety, depression, acne, arthritis, and being short… this imaginary kid’s in for a rough ride.
29. The parents I follow on social media are always so excited when their kids are in bed or they have the house to themselves.
30. If you’re not certain, it’s probably best not to bother, right?
31. A friend once told me that it’s better to go for it if you’re on the fence, because most people don’t want to give their children back.
32. I bet a lot of people wouldn’t have children if they could do their lives over, it’s just not socially acceptable/nice to admit it.
33. We Need To Talk About Kevin.
34. The Menendez brothers.
35. Motherboy.
36. When I hear a star I (deludedly) identify with is pregnant, I’m happy for her, but I always feel a little disappointed.
37. I would not cope well with the indignities of pregnancy.
38. Episiotomies. Also, tearing. Stitches. Scarring.
39. Why can’t women be knocked out for the birth? It only seems fair.
40. I don’t want to breastfeed. I KNOW.
41. I’d be good at the sleepless nights, exhaustion, and never leaving the house, though. That’s basically my life now.
42. Saliva makes me feel sick.
43. Catherine Newman’s New York Times piece about her kids’ adventures in vomiting. [No one will click on this, will they?]
44. I’m terrified that having a kid would be all-consuming, and take away all of my ambition. Or that it wouldn’t, and I’d resent my baby for the things I’d have to miss out on.
45. What if I don’t have kids and regret it forever? What if I do, and ditto?
46. In a long, long time, when my parents have died, I might really be alone in the world.
47. I wish I had siblings (and that they’d have kids).
48. I don’t want to be a stepmother. You’re always second best (rightly so), and I’m too insecure for that.
49. If I could be a (stereotypical, old-fashioned, hands-off) dad, that would be great.
50. I feel like I could only cope with one.
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Afterwords:: (Related reading, recommended freely.) No Kidding: Women Writers and Comedians on the Choice Not to Have Children — quotes from Gloria Steinem, Margaret Cho, and Jennifer Coolidge on having a good life without the little tykes.
I need to be less movie-stupid: what should I watch?
As I might have mentioned, I want to change almost everything about my life, from getting more work to having better health to becoming someone who doesn’t have to fight the urge to claw her face off in any social situation. I’d like to be “normal”.
But that doesn’t mean I only want to change big, scary important things. I want to try ridiculous/kooky/lighthearted potentially life-improving stuff, too. (If you have any suggestions, especially if they’re cheap, please email me.)
I also realise that there are a lot movies that I really, really, really should have seen. Continue reading
I’m giving up sugar by not giving up sugar yet, which actually makes sense (or it will in a minute)
For me, sugar makes life worth living. That’s ridiculous, but it’s also true. Sure, I like watching a TV show, going to the cinema, or spending time with friends and family. But if those things aren’t accompanied by chocolate, popcorn, or a good meal followed by ice cream, the world’s in black and white rather than technicolor.
As overdramatic as it might sound… this is addiction. You’re not going to find a sugar addict passed out in a nightclub doorway after a binge, or stealing televisions to pay for their Maltesers habit. And I get why an an alcoholic or drug addict might look at someone complaining about how they can never get enough Cadbury’s as a wimp with no self-control.
The 500 Pitches Project and why I can’t stop trying to make it as a journalist, even if I’m deluded
As you might have heard, journalism’s in the crapper. I’m not just talking about its reputation in the wake of phone hacking and the New York Post’s irresponsible “who cares if we’re right as long as we’re first” reporting on the Boston Marathon attacks.
Turns out, during a recession, magazines and newspapers are luxury items — as are most of the brands that advertise in them. Ad rates have dropped, publications have folded, requests to write for free have soared, and even writers with years of experience are flogging their services on job-bidding sites while weeping into a vat of Value gin. Continue reading
I’ve discovered the secret to happiness, and it’s HORRIBLE
The avoider’s guide to life (wouldn’t be worth reading, but the caterpillar’s would)
When I was three or four, my mum had a minor operation and had to stay in hospital overnight. I was fuzzy on the details, scared she wouldn’t come back, and afraid to tell my dad how much I missed her in case it hurt his feelings. So I ran upstairs and squeezed myself into the space underneath my chest of drawers so I could cry without him knowing.
Something I’m doing that’s actually working(!): EFT
I was always dysthymic growing up. Then, in 1999, when I was 20, I really fell into an abyss and was diagnosed with clinical depression. Since then, I’ve had all kinds of therapy.
I’ve seen psychiatrists, psychologists, counsellors, life coaches, and NLP practitioners and done everything from hypnosis to CBT to dredging up sad memories and crying a lot. (A lot.) I’ve also tried herbs, relaxation, dietary changes, nine different anti-depressants, and acupuncture, among other things.
ALL RIGHT YOGA, YOU WIN, part 3: Facing my fears, with a little help from roller derby
The last you heard about my yoga venture, I’d just been to my first lesson, where I was trussed up like a chicken. That was at the end of November, and I’ve kept going back. I haven’t been every week: I had to cry off a couple of times because of a cold, once because of snow, and another time because I was recovering from norovirus (which I caught at yoga, because irony). Plus the centre was closed over Christmas and New Year.
How I finally stopped worrying about writing every day and found a writing routine that works
One thing you see a lot in writing advice is an emphasis on writing every day. Fifteen minutes, half an hour, get up early, go to bed late, whatever it takes. Stephen King does it. Jerry Seinfeld does it. Ray Bradbury insisted on it. These are people worth emulating. So I tried.
CLEANING UP: Why I love getting rid of books, even if it makes me look stupid
As a writer, it can feel kind of callous to chuck out other people’s creative work without so much as a twinge of regret. And yet I love, love, love getting rid of books.
I didn’t used to be this way. When we moved into this flat, I really thought I’d pared down my collection. But I still kept ten boxes of books stacked in the corner of my bedroom for almost four years. (I also had a full bookcase next to that and a steadily-growing pile on the window behind my bed.) I took them for granted as part of my bedroom, stuff I just had to have.


