Personally, I think today’s comic is kick-you-in-the-crotch-spit-on-your-neck fantastic. That’s right, friends – you’re in for a bunch of Friends-inspired content until I get it out of my system. I’m sorry/you’re welcome?
Anyway, today Clockie is in her “I told you so” comfort zone. Unfortunately, she’ll be there for you…
Fun fact: if you would make a good mother, you must become one. Not interested? Doesn’t matter!
Seriously though, I’ve never quite understood this reaction when a woman says she’s not planning to have children. Why does it matter if you think someone would make a “good” mother, whatever that means? I’m good at all sorts of things that I don’t intend to devote my life to… and no one suggests that I should.
Maybe Snow White hated taking care of those ungrateful little men and decided that parenting wasn’t for her. Maybe she’s still trying to decide if she should really spend her life with some rando prince that kissed her while she was sleeping. Maybe she’s just really focused on overcoming her (justified) fear of apples. Let her live, man.
I know some folks will be missing the usual holiday gatherings this year… but I also know that some people won’t really be “missing” them at all.
Those nosy relatives who you see once a year are going to have to find another way to ask why you’re still single & when you’re planning to have kids (or another kid). Maybe you should send a mass email or start a newsletter? Create a Twitter account solely for dating recaps or ovulation updates? Innovation awaits.
Clockie’s trying to bounce back from her recent topical depression by taking a tropical vacation. So, if you’re planning a socially distant trip to the beach, she still might harass you from six feet away. No one will blame you if you kick some sand into her face.
It’s almost Mother’s Day… Clockie tends to celebrate in her own way. Brace yourself for the Clockish inquisition.