Why more and more women are choosing not to have children. The title is ironic, in case you were wondering.
When my mother was my age, she was pregnant with me; I was born just after her 32nd birthday, as her first and only child. Which is vindication, of a sort, because I’ve always been quite adamant I don’t want children of my own, and–like basically everyone with this opinion–have endured the last two decades’ worth of people telling me I’ll “change my mind when the time is right”.
Yeah. Right. So much for that.
There are over seven billion people crammed into our tiny, dying planet. It really, really doesn’t need me popping out any more.