Inside The University of Melbourne

I was walking down the park near Osaka castle during the midst of Spring with a friend I made in Los Angeles last year. The cherry blossoms were looking rather vibrant under the bright sunshine, with a generous audience of lively tourists. The picturesque scene was shared by the a typical old money girl obsessed with the material things in life next to me. Ivy league education, mixed background and liberal upbringing meant she was obviously unsuitable for anything with potential, however catching up around the globe every now and then wasn’t a bad deal especially when she footed the bill most of the time.

We walked around and took in the sights and sounds that afternoon and caught up on the stories that made our lives memorable since we last met up. She told me her stories of work events, dating, friends, travels and the regular snorefest of social media updates. I told her about some projects I worked on, some travel stories, updates about friends and so on.
As we were talking, she saw a dog, and cut me off with something as follows
“Oh my god look at that doggie, it’s so cute”
I was pretty close to silent as she stayed fixated on her furry animal of interest.
“I wanna get one so bad – but my works and travel schedule is too hectic!”

Her affection to dogs came from their companionship and having a living breathing thing around her to take care of and be a “mother” to.

Now, I don’t really have an insane affection for dogs, well not more than the average person but her level of fascination was borderline extreme.

It then started getting me thinking about how dogs these days are now replacements for kids for most Western individuals and couples.What used to be an addition to a nuclear family with kids  has now become a replacement for kids. It’s not unheard for barren slags to ride the carousel till her mid 30’s, find a herb to marry, then forego kids and get a few dogs to fill the void.

Later on that day, I was back at the hotel and in the post-coital truth session this girl spurted out on the amount of times shes resorted to plan-b and the few abortions shes had. These were all from casual sex, and one night stands. Inside, I felt a sinking feeling, a salty feeling of disgust at how comfortable she is with the recurring use of these emergency means as a form of regular birth control. Given how “empowered” she is these days, by undergoing regular abortions which are now a celebratory topic for most modern feminists, I felt rather sickened at her walking contradiction that many modern women are these days. They can aspire to adopt a furry animal, and feel empowered to abort a child. Of course, there’s a million pre-prepared arguments from all but the trend is clear for all to see.