In a lot of these recent marriage defense threads, we've seen the usual 'marriage is for kids' and 'my little man makes me feel great' male rationalizations from married fathers supporting their personal status quo. I am not a married father, so I can't speak to it anecdotally, but if TRP has taught me anything, it's that satisfaction in life comes from doing what makes you happy. Many of us ended up here because we had that one girl who fattened us up that we just couldn't make happy and now, like George Costanza, we do the opposite of everything we've been programmed to do from birth, and focus on ourselves.

As a brief aside before I get into it, marriage is inarguably a shitty contractual situation for the breadwinner, at least in the West, and is statistically proven to be a craps roll on whether you have what it takes to always succeed and always exert influence over your wife, and I can't advise it for any purpose. You can squirt kids into some broad without it and, as I'll get into later, the marriage premium for quality genetics isn't justifiable.

But back to the hedonistic aspect of TRP: Do what makes you happy. It may very well be that being a partiarch and pulling a Mitt Romney, raising seven strapping young lads, is the thing that will bring you the deepest satisfaction in life. However, unless you have his money, you're going to be the one awake at 3AM changing diapers and getting laid significantly less often than before, simply because we are beings of finite energy. Until just a few years ago, it used to be that children were the natural consequence of sex, but our monkey minds have figured shit out now, and we can fuck like rabbits without the resulting Fibonnacci of humans. We are able to get free milk without the purchase of a cow.

The other thing we've figured out is DNA. It is such a recent discovery that at least one of the bastards who won the Nobel for it is still alive. Here is something to think about: any two humans on this earth are at least 99.9% genetically similar. Despite the slight differences in phenotype expression that we get hung up on, like the increased number of melanocytes in the darker 'races,' you are 99.9% similar to both the Nazi Ubermensch and the lowly Indian Untouchable.

Shakespeare wrote in his sonnets that the way to immortality was to have children, but this is not the case. Going just a few generations out, there is no way to guarantee that your genes will persist, simply due to war, chance, or the choices of your spawn. You could slay pussy like Iskandar and Temujin combined and still, your influence on the human genome would be minimal.

We are the most intelligent species on this planet, but only because we've designed the test. When dolphins laugh at us, it may be due to the joke, transmitted by sonar, that these dumb land monkeys don't just fuck bitches and stack sardines like we do. Our closest genetic relative, the Bonobo chimpanzee, shares 98.5% of our genetic code. Think about that, and how far beyond that we've come technologically with that relatively small coding change. We will be utter buffoons compared to the Homo superior with that 101.5% edge, and here's the hilarious part: it's going to happen long after you are gone, no matter what you do. Unless you believe that you are truly a genius with Nobel in hand, or athlete with that contract for millions, or a member of the X-Men, then you should feel absolutely no need to procreate.

Unless you want to. Unless you think it will make you happy. Don't do it because you think you're the shit like Dunning-Kruger, or because you think you can reverse the decline by raising real men, or because you didn't consider it rationally and were on biological auto-pilot. We are phenotypic expressions of assemblages of molecules that happened into being one day, were refined for billions of years, and which could all be wiped clean by an errant meteor. You don't have to be a slave to your biology; in fact, we spend half our time bitching about bitches doing that very thing. It will be far easier to live for yourself without the business of respawning, and there are plenty of thoughtless morons who can take care of that for you.