I’m afraid when it comes to kids; I’m a bit like Barbara the Bank Manager: ‘More? Of THEM?’
Two Chihuahuas was enough. Very Paris Hilton of me, I know. Although this was well before they became a Hollywood accessory. But it was sufficient to realise I’m not exactly the child rearing type.
Regrettably, many heterosexual couples fail to share my outstanding sense of self-awareness. Yes, I’m talking about bogans breeding brats. Incapable couples farming tribes of dysfunctional spawn in their wake, burdening the government and tax-payers, and giving the rest of us the shits.
I tip my hat to good parents. Well, I would if I had a proper hat.
Are children of straight couples better off than those raised by same-sex parents? I doubt it. Yet many opine of the importance of male/female role models.
Role models are a societal construct. As times change, we evolve culturally.
Gender norms are more fluid. Parenting is unrelated to sexual orientation. If kids are raised in a loving, nurturing environment; isn’t that all that matters?
Better than maladjusted couples immobilised in loveless unions. It’s the welfare of the child that ultimately matters, right? Often children aren’t the priority for those who have enough trouble looking after themselves, much less their burgeoning offspring.
So why can’t gay and lesbian couples adopt?
I grew up with a Mum and Dad. I gravitated towards Mum. Maybe because I’m a queen. Maybe I wasn’t interested in cars and grease. Or maybe she just set a good example.
Beer swilling monkeys keeping the wifey barefoot and preggers are stereotypes reminiscent of the dark ages. Unless you like your women cowering in the kitchen and the little’uns throwing rocks at metal, surely the best role models lead by example; two committed parents who love each other, their kids and life.
Of course with same-sex parents you also get to do all the cool stuff. Like rides to school on Mum’s Harley; mums who’ll take-on the meanest of bullies. Or dine in hatted restaurants with your dads, impeccably dressed Gucci.
But more importantly; an upbringing within an enriched and diverse environment where values like unconditional love, compassion, and understanding are encouraged and celebrated.
Other than an iPhone4, what more could a Noughteens ankle-biter want?