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Too many kids = "overconsumption"?

In the newest attempt to get us to stop having kids, either by artificial means or abortion, we are now being told that too many kids means we're using  up too many resources.

Bioethicist Peter Singer compared women and children to cows overgrazing a field and said — at the global Women Deliver Conference last week, hailed as the most important meeting to focus on women and girls’ human rights in a decade — that women’s reproductive rights may one day have to be sacrificed for the environment.
The controversial Princeton University professor, known for championing infanticide and bestiality, was a featured panelist on Thursday at the three-day Women Deliver conference attended by Melinda Gates and more than 4,000 abortion and contraception activists in Kuala Lumpur.
Singer said that since the world’s affluent are not likely to restrain their high rate of consumption compared to the world’s poor any time soon, and since it’s possible that family planning efforts may “turn out to be not enough…we ought to consider what other things there are that we can do …in order to try stave off some of the worst consequences of the environmental catastrophes…” - www.pop.org

Funny this. Every large family I know re-uses, recycles, hands-down, borrows, and uses up anything and everything. We shop Goodwill and garage sales, clip coupons, and buy off-brand. Our kids start working as soon as legally possible and thus become part of the creative force of our market economy. When they get there, they know the value of a hard-earned dollar, because all they've heard their entire life is, "Do you know how much money that is?? I'm not buying that!"

Case in point: I was shopping for a pair of shoes last night. A family - mom, dad, and two  young boys - were also shopping. The older boy, about 9, said, "Dad, I found the shoes I want!! They're right here! They're $90!" 

And Dad said, "Okay." 

That was it. 

I have a job. I don't buy $90 shoes. My kids have never had $90 shoes. Yeah. 

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