stank: your baby-hating headquarters?

I'm troubled by the commercials that air during the TV shows I watch. When you find yourself in the demographic targeted by people selling X-Men action figures, "Girls Gone Wild" videos, discount psychics, and Massengill Extra-Cleansing Vinegar & Water Douches...well, it's time for some serious self-assessment.

So is it with this page's readership. Some of you disturb me. Prisoners, sociopaths, Michigan alumni—your pathologies, I can handle. But any time I take a shot at a demographic (right, left, religious kooks, black, white, whatever), the opposite demo, very pleased, writes en masse. And nothing makes the forest rain nuts quite like when I rip parents.

I have somehow become the patron saint of baby-haters. Stop writing me. Stop identifying with me. I do not hate babies. Who hates babies? They never did anything to anyone.

I don't know how I can make it any clearer. I do not hate babies. I hate parents.