Father’s Day

I haven’t been aware of Father’s Day for half my life. Today it was thrown in my face.

It isn’t that I particularly care, but it is very odd that people go out of their way to call me out. I don’t know what people think, because I gave up holidays many years ago; I don’t have the mindset to approach strangers and initiate greetings or conversations based on flimsy premises.

What they are actually recognizing is that I presumably contributed sperm to someone’s egg, and I should be celebrated for it. Such an archaic and simple-minded idea. It reminds me of this saying that one finds in needlepoint on pillows and such, “Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad.”

As stupid as that is, the first half sums up my feelings. Someone tell me when we are celebrating Contraception Day, during Family Planning Week.

Oh, that is a thing.

Heritage of health

We hold that children should be

  1. Conceived in love;
  2. Born of the mother’s conscious desire;
  3. And only begotten under conditions which render possible the heritage of health.

Therefore we hold that every woman must possess the power and freedom to prevent conception except when these conditions can be satisfied.

Founding statement of the American Birth Control League, 1921