Two weeks have passed since our Prime Minister returned to work from maternity leave. Photos and video of Jacinda Ardern with baby Neve have ignited the internet as twitchy-fingered curmudgeons comment about the gall it took to reproduce at this moment; the impudence with which Ardern flouts the child (purely for political gain and not because Neve needs to breastfeed every two to three hours if she's like other babies); and the cheek of planning to take the nursling to the United Nations meeting in New York City next month.
It's time, gentle Kiwi men, for a chat.
We need to talk about logistics of siring a new generation of New Zealanders. It's not my place to tell you when to beget the hatchlings; how many to have, or when to have them. Except if you're in a position of authority.
If you lead a company, a board or even a country, we need to discuss your family. Specifically, about whether you procreate and how you handle yourself and your progeny. In a perfect world, you would man up and not have children at all. At least, not during times when people at work are counting on you. Or, you could quit your job as soon as the pee stick turns pink.
Politicians with babes in arms are a popular trope. Who doesn't love a man holding an infant with wrist and leg rolls so succulent-looking, your mouth waters? Admit it, Bubs is cute and humanises her grown-up. "Look! Baby just spit up on Mr Leader's suit. How funny. How normal." Meanwhile, adversaries grit their teeth and growl. How dare any man breed at an inconvenient time, let alone bring the beastie to work?