That’s a bit of a stretch. I don’t have fear of children,
not unless it’s Chucky! The doll not the Rugrat. So he’s not technically a baby. I digress. I do however have a slight aversion to them. Oh alright! I don’t like the excessive amount of baby related posts on my news feed. OK?! Fine, I’m horrible.
Why?! Because no one needs to know your baby’s poop color. Or how many months he is. Or how many tooth he’s managed to spur out of his slobbering mouth. I know, I know. To each his own blah, blah, blah. But really, it makes me think that having a baby removes a certain part of your brain. The one that does of the filtering of what’s relevant and what’s not.
I’d like to say that technology is to blame, but really, do you really think other people need to know what your baby eats for breakfast. I mean, I don’t necessarily go to Facebook and expect high brow commentary, but mashed carrots and peas?
I love all my friends and I’m the godmother of most of their kids. But c’mon. Set up some sort of barrier or something.