“I hope he never has children.”
Kendra worked days and I worked when I could, so getting together was like waiting for the next lunar phase.
“Oh my god, because then he’ll turn into one of these sanctimonious assholes who have permission to crank out countless songs and Globe and Mail essays about fatherhood, and CBC interviews and a f*****g memoir about growing up that we’ll be forced to listen to as a country.” She thumped the table with her fingertip to emphasize the point. “Like we’re all a bunch of tuned-out morons before parenthood saves us. Like not having children somehow means our brains atrophy, like some moralistic sci-fi bullshit where without forced breeding we’re unable to generate wisdom.”
For someone who had received nationwide attention for the few short weeks leading u
