I’m a white guy of a certain age living in suburbia, and what I want out of life is what any red-blooded American guy wants: I want JD Vance to hate me too.
Here’s my pitch. I’m not childless, and not a woman, so I don’t immediately rate any particular scorn from Darth Vance, or the Vancerator, or whatever we will call him. But dig a little deeper:
Between my wife and me, we only created one baby in our whole lives. (It’s definitely too late for us to create more.) They say it takes 2.1 children per couple just to replace ourselves, so the wife and I have definitely not done our part.
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I want to point out to our newly appointed Reproduction Czar that this abject failure of ours is partly mine. I could have insisted that we have more, or try to, and I didn’t. Mostly, we felt like one was about right for us. To the extent that I thought about it in a societal context, I confess that it seemed to me that there were plenty of human beings around. I didn’t detect the supply problem that Vance is apparently exercised about.
Well, that’s my pitch; I feel like I deserve some of that special J.D. opprobrium. I should also mention that my wife and I have two cats that we care about. Are we not bad people? Part of the problem? Please shake your finger at us too, Mr. Vance!
Eric Kuhn, Middletown
