Why should childfree women defend choosing to spend our money and time on ourselves?

Jenny McEntegart has made a choice not to have children. So why, she demands, does she have to consistently defend her decision? 

I’m a single woman in my late thirties, with a biological clock that is getting louder by the minute — I’d felt comfortable having it muted.

Bobbi. My friend’s kitten, a beautiful ball of black fluff with little white markings on her paws almost like socks. The most unsuspecting catalyst for a heavy edit on both this article and my stance on whether I want to procreate or not.

Yet, she managed it. My first night cat-sitting for my friend, I was comfortably perched on the couch scribbling down my thoughts when Bobbi dashed upstairs. Worried she would make a mess, I followed her. Stepping into my friend’s toddler’s room was a sobering moment. The type that catches you off guard and makes you freeze on the spot. Bobbi lay on the three-year-old girl’s bed, and I found myself surrounded by everything I had so confidently dismissed in the words I had written downstairs.