There’s a normal way to ask this question, you know.
"I don't have any kids. We have, well, my sister, I have one sister, she has no kids, we have no first cousins. So we might be the last of the Gondelmans, which is definitively the worst Daniel Day-Lewis movie. And when people find out that we might be the last one, they ask all kinds of invasive questions. They jump over the normal stuff. Are you thinking about kids? Does your wife want kids? And they go straight for the emotional jugular. The questions I get now are like, Josh, don't you want the bloodline to continue? Don't you want the family name to live on? And that's two weird ways to ask what could have been a normal question. But I'll answer them both in the spirit they were inquired. We'll go in reverse order. Number one, do you want the family name to live on? Of course I do, and it's gonna. I have a Wikipedia page. Thank you. Yep, that's right, you should clap. I earned it by being notable, that's correct. Am I proud of my Wikipedia page? Certainly. Am I proud of everything about it? Absolutely not. So in that way, I do understand what it's like to be a father. And. Number two, do I want the bloodline to continue? Bloodline, do you think I'm the king of something? Is that why you brought eugenics into this conversation at a mutual friend's birthday party, stranger? Bloodline, what legacy do you think I'm leaving to these children you imagined into my life? I don't have that much to give. Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to hold up an infant child in an 800 square foot two bedroom in Brooklyn? Just like, someday all of this will be yours. Not the apartment, we rent the apartment, but the furniture, someday the furniture will be yours. If this Ikea shit holds up till I die. The apartment you leave when the lease ends, never go beyond the lease."
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There’s a normal way to ask this question, you know.