Innocuous questions are the worst kind - they’re the ones that are often asked in earnest search of meaning during small talk. Instead they reveal insidious underlying tones of social unconsciousness that, once I realize what they’re really asking, really piss me off(before I go any further, I should warn you, you’ll notice a very specific strand of questioning that particularly sets me off).

Unfortunately, though, since they’re always asked in the sweetest way by the most inoffensive (usually) people, I can never really let loose.

And then every once in a while I bust myself asking the very questions I hate.
Which is worse, societal assumption or my own personal inability to answer? I dunno. But meanwhile, I can only continue to fantasize about using these:

In response to, “Are you gonna have a second kid anytime soon?”

“I dunno, would you like to jump in bed and help us out?”

OR

“Oh, I’m sorry. You don’t think I did a good enough job the first time around?”

OR

“My reproductive habits are none of your business.”

To “Ha, ha, ha. But, seriously… I mean, you are gonna have another kid, right?”

“Not at the moment, why? Aren’t you having enough success with your own breeding program?”

To the stunned disbeliever who responds with “But, but, but, she needs a sister or brother! Won’t she be lonely?”

“Nah. Plenty of other brats around from people who bent, not altogether consciously, to societal pressures to have X number of kids to keep her company.”

To stunned silence after above retort:

Smile. Do. Not. Blink.


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