How sad for the children of the author. Why did she have children at all?
That's what I wondered, reading this. I am not particularly interested in children's activities or interests, and that's one reason I chose not to have children. The question is, why did she feel it necessary to have them when they're only an intrusion?
Although I adore my kids and wouldn't trade them, they aren't always a joy to be around. That being said, the worst day with them is better than the best day without them.
This article, however, demonstrates that not everybody is supposed to have kids. Doesn't necessarily make them bad people, just not a good kid-people.
Because, true to the total selfish narcissism of post-Sixties feminism, it's all about her:
"Kids are supposed to be fulfilling, life-changing, life-enhancing fun"
[Why did she have children at all?]
Two possibilities:
1) Forgot to make the abortion appointment
2) Her friends had kids and she needed to prove something