Researcher Nina Funnell recently found herself at a function where the Prime Minister was speaking about our impending economic doom due to our ageing population, saying that Gen Y wasn’t doing enough to breed for the nation’s economy. Afterwards, Nina was introduced to him, and here’s what happened:
… one of my friends introduced me, dropping in that I am completing a PhD. At this, Rudd rolled his eyes and in a terse voice lacking any sense of irony remarked that is the “excuse” that “all” young women are using nowadays to avoid starting families.
That’s right, girls. Get out of those universities and workplaces and stop making excuses. Your country needs you to get on your backs to make babies for Australia.
Oh, but the best bits of these sorts of stories are the awesome comments. Here are some choice phrases:
Turns out you’re never truly an adult until you’re a parent.
You cannot possibly have a fulfilling adult life without it! Ever!
Oh dear. I feel sorry for all those women who are still brainwashed into thinking that they are free and liberated because they are pursuing a career.
The right to work and choose my own lifestyle is a myth, is it?
All I read here is ME, MY, ME, MINE, ME, ME, ME, MY BODY, MY DECISION. You all sound like a pack of whingeing teenagers.
Uh, yeah. It’s my uterus.
What comes to mind, is how unconsciously selfish the “no kids” group are. Before children I too indulged both here and around the world. From experience there is nothing that can even come close to a childs unexpected hug. Your own children will be the closest you will ever get to feeling complete unconditional love.
Oooh, I know this song. The chorus goes something like: NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU UNTIL YOU HAVE CHILDREN!
You wont realize till you are older, when most people dont have many friends its only your children and husband who have any interest in you, Looks another statistic of the feminist generations. You will grow old with nice car, holidays and fancy apartment stroking a cat on a friday night by yourself. Then you can enjoy the person you love( self) by yourself
Encore performance, all together now: NO ONE WILL EVER LOVE YOU! UNTIL YOU HAVE! CHIIIILDREN!
Listen to Gen Y rave on about their rights and liberties being impugned. Nothing about society, nothing about obligations, nothing about building a better Australia. It’s all about what’s in it for them.
Yep, cause all those working Gen Y taxpayers paying for schools and Family Tax Benefit and parenting payment are providing nothing at all to society, ever ever.
Just as well your mothers never took your views “ladies”.. Some of us have had the choice of to breed or not to breed taken away from us and people like you saying how great it is to be childless is a real bitch slap in the face..
You know, I tend to feel sorry for people who can’t have children, but that doesn’t obligate me to squeeze some out to make them feel better.
My name (all 22 characters, counting spaces) is longer than Tyler’s. In fact, lots of names are longer than Tyler’s. We don’t all have a name that lines up with his grid perfectly. What happens to all this lovely griddy goodness when you have a long name? I reckin my name would well overrun the coloured area; what happens then? Would it wrap in an ugly fashion on the second one? What if you’re flying Business and not Coach?
What purpose does the map serve? It bears no resemblance to the journey itself. And if you don’t regularly use Google Maps, would you understand the purpose of the teardrop-shaped icon on the rightmost stub? If not, that’s more wasted time trying to interpret its meaning.
What is the point of displaying the journey as airport codes, other than an exercise in pure wankitude? Why would you rely on something as obscure and arcane as this? Here, I’ll show you: you’re travelling in Australia between two major cities. You can probably guess where this flight originates, but where is this flight going? (Don’t cheat and Google it.) How confident would you be that the airline issued you the correct boarding pass?