Well, this may piss off some people, but that wouldn’t be a new development. I really used to like Dooce’s website. Even posted some gushy tidbit about it. Even list(ed) it on my links to other sites I like. But it seems our favorite politically incorrect, profanity spewing friend living in the land of the Mormons has attained her life’s goal of getting preggers, and now, every time I tune in, she’s talking about bun-in-oven things. I don’t care. I simply don’t care.

The older I get, the less I think I’m ever going to want to grow a human, yet all around me, my friends are falling victim to procreation.

Oh sure, there are plenty of those annoying people who are as committed to adding humans to this planet as Marines are to the task of removing them, and they are clearly the most annoying kind of parents. But we have lost quite a few friends who seemed, initially at least, to be interested in participating in society beyond their little Hamlets. It always starts out with the best of intentions. They keep having parties, but it’s just a sad charade. Inevitably, vapid banter about sports—the main exercise I seek at a party—is interrupted because the host has to dash off and snatch a toddler from the edge of the coffee table—which, I might add, the little menace shouldn’t have been on in the first place. Just as the conversation is steered once again to a suitably meaningless topic, no matter what you are talking about, incredibly, whatever you say will end up reminding the host about an amusing story about some incredibly cute Thing That The Kid Did. The protagonist in these stories is usually shit, piss, barf, or snot, and the dramatic action usually involves the protagonist flying through the air and soiling something or generally smelling bad.

So, it is with deep sadness that I find Dooce talking incessantly about hormonal stuff. She’s still funny, but I just don’t know how much more of this I can take. I’m delighted she has what amounts to a cornucopia of material for the forseeable future, but it’s just not my cup of tea. I wish her & her husband all the best, but I’m just not interested, you understand?