20-Something, Hipstercrite Life

Do I Want Children? And Other Twenty-Something Questions I’m Afraid to Ask Myself


People havin’ babies.

Babies all over the place.

I guess it’s that time of year; isn’t there a scientific fact that people fornicate more in the winter months? That’s why you don’t see a lot of January-March babies: it’s too f’ing hot in the summer.

“Hey, babe, wanna have S-E-X?”


Babies weird me out because I’m a.) an only child and b.) a child of divorce. I wasn’t exactly conditioned to have offspring, but as I get older and realize there is a slight chance I could DIE ALONE, the thought of having many, many children to cater to my every beck and call sounds like a solid idea.

My biggest fear- besides getting bitten in the ass by a snake while tubing and separately, developing West Nile Virus-  is ending up like that actress from Attack of the 50 Foot Woman, all mummified for a year before someone notices my mail piling up in the mailbox.

To not end up like Yvette Vickers is reason enough to have children, folks!

I don’t think I would be a bad mother. In fact, I really like kids.

Crying children in restaurants and planes don’t bug me. Shit, they’re hungry, they’re poopy, they’re confused as to what is going on around them…wouldn’t you cry too, if you could? Let them have this time, you cranky adults who whine and bitch about crying children. Let them.

What I don’t like are impolite children. Children who at eight years of age, hide behind their mother’s leg and give you a look of absolute disgust when you say hello to them, or the children who run around a store with their eyes glued to an Ipad screen, not watching where they’re going and when they run into you, look up at you with absolute disgust, and on the extreme end, children under ten in polo shirts who tell you about their trips to Tokyo where they’ve “eaten the best Italian food they’ve ever tried in the world” and that I’m stupid for having a plastic bag in my hand because it takes “thousands of years to decompose”. That kid I want to PUNCH IN THE FACE, but not as much as I want to punch his parents for creating such a pretentious beast.

If I had a kid, I would make he or she ironic, not pretentious. I would force them to wear onesies with Bill Murray on them:

$15, Scoutmob Shoppe

And then I would force them to listen to lullaby versions of Prince songs:

$16.98, Rockabye Baby!

And make them suck on this mustache pacifier:

$9, Etsy

My biggest fear about having children is that I would be a bundle of nerves for the kid’s entire life and that kid would grow up to despise me and I would develop a drinking habit just to deal with my nerves and the fact that my kid hates me. Anytime I read an autobiography about a writer or artist who grew up in an household where the mother was a basket-case who drank too much, I think, “Shit, that will be me! I will be that mother!”

I come from a family of worriers, a family where, up until I met Geoff, called the Austin police from New York when they couldn’t reach me in a 24 hour period. A family where when I tell them that I’m going on a road trip or a swim in a natural body of water or somewhere else in Texas that is not anywhere close to the Mexican border, they reference the latest news where a young woman was killed or injured and lie awake for nights envisioning all the ways I could die. I come from a family where if you’re not worrying ALL THE F’ING TIME something bad will happen and by not worrying about it, you lost control. It is all your fault.

I don’t want to put a child through this, but maybe if the child and I go to therapy together, we will get a discount rate?

Previous Post Next Post

You Might Also Like


  • Reply Leigh Ann October 11, 2012 at 10:32 am

    Ha! I love this. My first thought when I found out my twins were girls was “They are going to HATE me.” Because doesn’t it seem like the mother/daughter relationship is usually either that of besties or that of complete hatred? And seeing as I’m not the parent who naturally knows what to do or say — not that I don’t try — I see the hatred coming pretty easily for them. Luckily my fears of tea parties and princess games were assuaged when it became clear that they preferred cars and dinosaurs and dirt.

    But truthfully, no one knows what they’re doing. We’re all just making it up as we go along.

    • Reply hipstercrite October 11, 2012 at 11:29 am

      You girls sound awesome! I definitely was into dinosaurs and army figurines as a kid. Sounds like you’re doing a great job, momma!

  • Reply Tim October 11, 2012 at 10:33 am

    You’ll be fine. I’ve found the best parents are those who are self-aware. Who can see things going wrong and adapt.

    The parents who create the kids who write tell-all books are blissfully unaware of how horrible they are.

    Worrying about how your kids turn out is probably the greatest predictor I’ve seen of being a good parent.

    • Reply hipstercrite October 11, 2012 at 11:30 am

      Thanks for that, Tim! I hope so. I also hope I can handle not freaking out every time the kid gets a cut or puts its fingers in a light socket.

  • Reply Kimberly October 11, 2012 at 10:44 am

    Oh man..I came from parents like that..and I am one now. However, my kiddos have turned out pretty awesome, so i guess i did okay. If you decide to go down that momma path at some point…you will do ok too. 😉

    • Reply hipstercrite October 11, 2012 at 11:31 am

      Thanks, Kimberly.

  • Reply Mei October 11, 2012 at 11:48 am

    All I know is that the biological baby fever hit me when I turned 30. I’m still terrified of having kids, so I’m still not sure what to do…

  • Reply Katie October 11, 2012 at 1:57 pm

    Do we have the same family? Is there a support group for women raised as only-children by their single mothers and grandmothers?

    I recently butt-dialed my grandmother while my phone was in silent mode, so I didn’t answer when she called me back, repeatedly. She then called my mother, convinced that I had been abducted and this was my final cry for help. My grandmother also begged me not to go on a two-week trip to Peru because she would be ‘vomiting the entire time’ from worry. I am 27 years old.

    My mother still guilts me into calling her when I arrive somewhere if I happen to casually mention that I’m driving someplace further than the grocery store, even though I live on the opposite side of the country so sometimes the time difference means I’m calling after midnight. But she is always, without fail, still awake counting down the minutes until she receives information contrary to her assumption that I have left the safety of my house and therefore must have been killed in a horrendous accident.

    So I totally understand your dilemma. While I know they would love a grandchild/great-grandchild, it would almost be cruel to create another entity about whom they will have to worry.

  • Reply Allison October 11, 2012 at 10:11 pm

    I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t want kids. I don’t hate kids, but I think having a kid would ruin me – turn me into an evil, stressed out, even more anxious version of myself. Plus I’m terrified that if I did have a child with someone they would leave me and I’d end up a single mom on welfare.

    Plus my friends with kids have either disappeared forever or are super annoying and have nothing interesting to say about anything aside from stuff about their baby.

    Not for me. I’ll be a good aunt and buy cute baby clothes and stuff.

  • Reply Elisa October 12, 2012 at 3:21 am

    Why are we the same person?

    I bought that onesie for my ex’s nephew in 2009. His parents didn’t really get it.

    My biggest issue with having kids is that I know how I’ll be. Insane with worry all the time, protective to the MAX, super annoying and obsessed with my child(s) until they leave home and abandon me forever and then I’ll be depressed and lonely forever.

    This is the shit I think about when my friends are popping out little sweeties. I’m weird.

  • Reply Brulula October 12, 2012 at 7:21 am

    You will be a wonderful mother!

  • Reply Brulula October 12, 2012 at 7:22 am

    But you must stop swearing!

  • Reply ClevelandPoet October 15, 2012 at 9:57 am

    mustache pacifier may be the best reason to have children.

    Since the wife and I just bought a house the baby question is reignited. I’ve always sort of waffled on whether I do or not. Working at the Museum I see tons of awesome moments between dads and their young kids bonding over the art and I SO want that.

    of course 10 minutes later some kid comes in screaming and runs into a Picasso and I flip to the other side.

  • Reply Brittanie October 16, 2012 at 4:23 pm

    Goddamn. I was in the media tent at ACL this weekend, waiting in line for the bar (free drinks!). There was a guy in front of me with his two daughters — one was about 5 and one was about 8. The guy, who works in radio, had a few different media colleagues come up to him to say hi, as happens in the media tent, and every time, the 8-year-old would say loudly and rudely, “I don’t know who you are.”

    The dad wouldn’t even correct her. It’s one thing not to want to talk to strangers but it’s a whole other thing not to fucking correct your child when they are being rude-ass motherfuckers.

    • Reply hipstercrite October 18, 2012 at 12:33 pm

      Are you kidding me? That is the worst! I hate when parents just let their kids be assholes. HATE IT!!!!

  • Reply Kerry Sparks October 29, 2012 at 1:35 pm

    We have another reason for you to have a baby…you can name them something awesome! Can we send you a comp copy of our book HELLO, MY NAME IS PABST to get you ready?

  • Reply Janice December 28, 2012 at 1:05 pm

    after reading this. I am slightly thinking of changing my views of not having children. i have even go so far as to read about yvette vickers’ life. mehhh.

    on the other hand, i would totally have babies just to suit them up in bill murray onesies….

  • Reply Leslie Jurate August 30, 2013 at 7:26 am

    Whoa, Hipstercrite! Great read. You’ve a mentor in the author pf Moms Who Drink and Swear, Nicole Knepper. You should follow her on Facebook or Twitter or something.

  • Leave a Reply