Last night, I met an angry modern feminist who doesn't want kids. When I asked her why, she completely freaked out—it triggered her immensely.

As I sat across from her, breastfeeding my two-year-old and six-month-old. It was quite the strange juxtaposition.

I genuinely felt sorry for her; all I could think and feel was a deep sadness that she would never experience this kind of love.