Clever women, really clever women, don't have kids. Educated out of
the breeding programme, they are far too bright to face the drudgery of
raising the next generation.
So says The Times this week. It's a
common theme. I usually ignore it. Being a mum of three myself, it's a
bit like religion or politics. You are never going to convince the other
lot, so don't bother.
It's the claim that only thickos and
council house chavs breed that got me thinking. How clever is it to
leave the survival of the species to them? After all, at brass tacks
level we are but a mass of cells with one need - to replicate ourselves.
If
the clever ones don't do it where will that leave us? I read that
intelligence is passed on the X chromosome. Men, being XY, must get
their X from their mothers, with XX. Girls get double bubble.
Women
can have kids or not, it's all the same to me. Have the great job, buy
the swanky shoes, travel first class and lie in till 3pm. I've done
that. Enjoyed it. I've also got three fantastic kids, all clever,
including two girls, and if they ever ask me, which they won't, I know
which lifestyle I prefer.
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