Birth control for men - two shots to the nuts

Apparently, few people actually want kids, but those little buggers do grow on you or something and eventually you love them when you raise'em.

I think it's the sunk cost: First coupla months? Instinct. After that? You've put so much effort and energy into the child that you're heavily invested on seeing them grow all right. Emotional factors might also have a part: You see, young kids love their parents. They look up to them and think they're important and that's sort of reassuring.

When they're older and start to get conflictive? You've spent enough time together that you've grown close. Familiarity might well breed contempt, but it also breeds companionship and close bonds.

edited 8th Jun '11 7:15:41 PM by SavageHeathen

You exist because we allow it and you will end because we demand it.

And then you take them to the butcher anyway, because...

Oh wait, you didn't mean those kind.

@Signed: Maybe from a purely biological standpoint. But I don't think that makes for a very effective argument. Given how we have a consciousness beyond simple biological urges, and all.

(Dangit, I hate getting ninja'd in a discussion.)

edited 8th Jun '11 7:17:00 PM by KylerThatch

This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...

Hey, if I don't have kids, how will I get grandchildren?

^ psh, you give internet-folks too much credit.

edited 8th Jun '11 7:16:56 PM by Signed

"Every opinion that isn't mine is subjected to Your Mileage May Vary."

I'd like to think we're not mere "internet-folks" around these parts.

This "faculty lot" you speak of sounds like a place of great power...

Okay, speaking as a parent, yeah, the first few months is all instinct and stuff. Then they start to react favorably when you enter the same room, and smile and giggle, and grab your lip and play with your nose and go "BABABABABABABABABA" in your ear at max volume. Then they start becoming little mobile entropy machines and you can watch their little noggins figure stuff out like MIRRORS! and ELECTRONIC DEVICES TASTE GOOD! and CAT HAS A TAIL! and all sorts of other little things. Then they walk and run and jump and climb and figure out that the refridgerator has food in it, and that dry cat food, while tasting really bland, is pretty crunchy and has a neat texture, and then they do stuff like pull your underwear out of the drawer to practice their counting "Daddy, you have six clean boxers!" and formulating complete sentences and basically, they're little sentient human beings with their own needs (IS IT LUNCHTIME YET?), fears (CREEPERS!), desires (STRAWBERRY SODA! and DADDY COME PLAY MINECRAT WITH ME!) and stuff like that.

It's a lot of fun.

It's also a lot of work, and quite a lot of responsibility.

So if you want to never ever have kids and you get your stuff zapped, snipped, fixed or otherwise taken off-line, that's perfectly okay.

Happiness is zero-gee with a sinus cold.

Eh, speak for yourself.

...what?

Because they literally have no brain?

Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken. Unrelated ME1 Fanfic

Excuse me one moment put: Aaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwh.

Thank you. Anyway having tried to think this over I would probably consider this in the same vein as giving blood (pardon the pun), its not something I would want to do, but its something important to do.