I don’t like babies.
There, I’ve said it. I find pre-verbal children irritating and a little unsettling. God forbid I should ever wind up in charge of one; I’m sure I don’t exude the love and support needed to keep the then-screaming-poop-bag from turning into a later-stabbing-people-with-prison-shanks teenager because it didn’t get the love it needed in childhood.
This is something in the order of a dirty little secret (bet you were hoping for something better when you read the title, huh?). I’m also sort of unsettled by the notion of professional soldiers, and think we ought to be giving them counseling to help them make better life choices (like picking a career where you’re not trained to kill on command unquestioningly) instead of venerating them as heroes.
These are the sorts of opinions you can’t just casually drop at cocktail parties (and I know all about what writers can and can’t say at cocktail parties). They go beyond good-natured misanthropy and smack of outright irreverence. People can’t help but get unsettled when you stray from really broadly agreed on truths like “babies are wonderful” and “soldiers are doing the right thing.”
I like unsettling issues. They make for good themes in faction (they make for less ideal non-fiction, mind you, unless you’re a professional pundit, which I strive not to be on this blog). But while I mine them for content and watch for them in social interactions I don’t go out of my way to bring them up.
Outside of this post, of course.
Are you hiding your own dirty little secrets? Will you share them here? Or do you just want to send me pictures of your own squalling poo-bag asking HOW ANYONE COULD NOT LOVE THAT WIDDLE FACE? I’m up for the challenge if you are. Dirty little secrets that we mine in our writing! Discuss.