Recently, Slate columnist Katie Roiphe raised the possibility that the choice not to have children remains a taboo, that no matter what we say to our childless friends at dinner parties—that we envy them, that we wish we, too, could go out every night and wake up at 11 on Sundays—we “secretly feel sorry for or condescend to or fail to understand women who don’t have children.” Not that the child-free owe us any explanation, but we are asking for one. More like a full and proud defense. Our aim here is to clear the taboo once and for all.
Readers, we invite you to submit your testimonies on why you are child-free and happy to firstname.lastname@example.org. We will choose the best ones and run them on the blog. We want you to write if you knew you would never have children, if you found yourself in that situation by accident but have come to appreciate it, or any other path we haven’t thought of. And we really want to hear from men, too.Read one childfree-by-choice blogger's story here (headed up by the information above).
I'm looking forward to reading the responses!