Motherfuckers: Why People Don’t Like Young Mothers

After reading the title, you probably immediately signed me up as a childfree. In vain. I love children and bring up one myself. My son is two years old. You don’t have to be childfree to resent the behavior of individual mothers.

The hashtag #yazhmat has been circulating on the Internet for several years. At first he gave off a slight irony, now it has become almost a curse. The hashtags # he is a child, # they are children have been added to his piggy bank. In social networks, groups are created where they talk about the next meeting with the “yazhmat”. Once upon a time I was outraged. I thought: well, the adherents of “childfree” have gathered and mock women with children! But then I myself began to meet typical representatives of “yazhmat” on my way. Now I can say for sure, they really piss off! And that’s why.

The other day I was returning from work on the subway. I am standing, mute reproach towering over the young man who sits with his mother. Two more women hung wearily on the rail beside me. And the young man is still sitting, whispering about something with his mother. My b has long ago driven me out of the chair, but this one is silent, and her conscience has obviously fallen asleep.

At the next stop, mother and son get out, and I sit down on one of the seats. And then a woman of about 60 yanks me down. Well, I think, of course, we must give in. I get up, and her granddaughter, who looks like 8-9 years old, immediately takes the place.

“The girl could have stood,” I calmly say to the woman. And then it poured on me …

– At home you will decide who to stand! You are young, wait a minute! – well, stuff like that.

“You’d better sit down yourself,” I tried to calm down my granny, but she didn’t calm down.

Yes, in the metro they constantly remind you: give up your seats to passengers with children. But in our country, according to the law, a person is considered a child under 18 years of age. So, we will give him a seat until he comes of age? If so, then sit down, mothers, yourself and take your overage child on your lap, like those little men that are painted on the windows in the subway.

I often see mothers in the transport who ride standing, first of all, seating their schoolchildren-sons. And then we yell that “goat men” do not give way to women. Say thanks to their moms! They did not accustom their children to anything else.

While my son rides in transport, sitting on my lap. But when he is more firmly on his feet, I will not allow him to sit down if there is a woman nearby. And I myself will not give up a seat to my son. Let him grow up as a man, starting with such simple little things.

I have a friend, she is a wonderful person and a great mother. But sometimes the evil spirit “yazhmat” enters into it. One day she found out that the entrance to the park, which used to be paid, was now made free for a person accompanying the child in a pram. Well, that is, if she came with a baby without a stroller, she would have to pay for herself. And then a friend began to be indignant: “Why should I pay for myself if I do not want to lug around with a stroller?”

This is how the administration went to meet the young parents. It turns out that if you have a child, then you should enter the park for free. A sort of child pass. Hearing such statements, any childless will sign up for a childfree. After all, it clearly smacks of discrimination.

But these are still little things. Read posts on social networks under the hashtag # sorry. You will find an incredible collection of correspondence with “mothers”. Seeing an advertisement on the Internet for the sale of a phone, set-top box or some other device, they get in touch with the sellers and begin to extort wild discounts on the goods or even demand to give the item for free. The argument is this: “You feel sorry for me, I have children!” It comes to the point that such curses are poured into the seller’s address, which you will not always hear in the gateway.

You can kick the back of a seat on an airplane, stomp on seats in public transport, yell and screech at the entire train. The parents’ answer is: they are children.

It’s one thing when a child cries on the plane, if his ears are blocked. Another thing is when he is bored, and mom is absolutely too lazy to somehow entertain the child. Books, tablets with cartoons, an album with pencils or a favorite treat – in public transport, everything is fine. Don’t turn your child into a general irritant.

Once on the playground, a child nailed to my son and me. The boy was bored alone, and his mother was sitting at the other end of the site and reading something on the phone. Then the child pointed to one of the dandelions. I picked a flower with the words: “Go, give it to your mother.” I already imagined how happy the woman would be. But my mother’s reaction surprised me.

– Why did you pick the flower ?! You can’t do this! – the mother began to scold her son.

Here we have lost another man who loves to give flowers.

Or such a case. The child saves money for a present for his mother, then buys some kind of trinket. And what does the mother answer: “Why did you spend your money ?! It would be better if I bought something for myself! “

So a woman forever discourages a child from giving gifts.

I will never forget that day. Then I almost hit the child. It was on the beach. I got into the car, looked for something in my bag for a couple of minutes, then, looking in the rearview mirror, began to back up. It’s good that it’s slow, very slow.

Immediately I heard wild screams and sharply hit the brake. And on the trunk of the car, some crazy uncle was already pounding with his fists in a rage. When I jumped out of the car, I saw a screaming woman clutching a baby to her chest.

It turned out that while I was digging in my bag, the kid drove up on his little train to my car, and stayed there. But the parents were too busy drinking beer on the beach to keep an eye on their child. Fortunately, someone from their company saw the baby next to the car in time. The child was not hurt, but he was very frightened, although it is not clear which is more: cars or squeals of his mother. And yes, they accused me of everything – “a stupid fool behind the wheel” who, from a purely physical point of view, could not see a small child sitting behind a car.

This is infuriating! They walk with the child on bike paths and swear at cyclists, run across the road with the children outside the pedestrian crossing, and then blame the drivers for everything. They treat children with plantains, and then, having started the disease, they curse the doctors. And they all have the same answer: “I’m always right, I’m a mother!”