Babies Vs. Betta Fish.

After watching The Pregnancy Pact on Lifetime, I have a regenerated hatred for young, irresponsible females who feel like having a baby is comparable to playing with a Barbie or adopting a kitten. So many of my peers are treating babies like betta fish -- show them off, feed them every now and then, change their water/diaper, then proceed with your Saturday nights of guzzling Nuvo and grinding on sweaty strangers. Mother doesn't always know best. Mothers sometimes know nothing. Fathers can be even worse (especially when they choose to impregnate every vagina on heels).

When I witness the legions of youngsters who are currently spawning hell-children simply for lack of better recreation than unprotected sex, I can't help but feel sorry for them -- for their not-quite-laughable naivete, for their kid having kids for parents, and for the grandparents who will likely do the majority of responsible rearing. This is not to say that teens or young adults cannot make suitable or even excellent parents, this is to say that they are far more rare than what's healthy. It seems as though there is a certain spell that young, lost women fall into. They start feeling purposeless and pop out a few rugrats to help fill the void. How can you happily intertwine the early stages of a human being's life with the late stages of your childhood, or early stages of adulthood that leave you more interested in Jersey Shore than Similac? All young parents have unique circumstances, of course. Some intend to be parents, and set out to make babies -- most don't. Though there are bound to be "accidents" which happen to result in infants, the most intelligent course of action at that point is to fully devote yourself to being a top-notch parent. If you can't, then a $3.99 betta fish is probably your best option.