I do not endorse Jim Crawford, author of Confessions of an Antinatalist (he is an MRA, as far as I know), but his debunking of a TGGP essay against antinatalism is pretty stellar.
“He (and it is going to be a he, among the weaknesses of women is an inability to reach certain heights of imbecility) says “Shut up about those precious moments, you’re distracting me from the agonies of existence. You know I stubbed my toe this morning?”.”
Nice caricature. In reality, the antinatalist experiences his/her own version of goodness in the world. In fact, there’s no ‘mood’ requirement to get into the club, strictly speaking; although, being a pessimistic philosophy, antinatalism probably draws more than its fair share of depressive personalities. But there are plenty of couples wandering about who live relatively happy existences, and yet choose to remain childless because “we just don’t think it’s a good idea to bring a child into this world right now.” As a matter of fact, one could do away with the fundamental Benatar asymmetry altogether, and rest his antinatalist proclivities on commonsense risk assessment.
Let’s pretend for a moment that life is as unadulteratedly good as the most fervent optimist thinks it is, and do away with any discussion concerning cognitive biases and the like. That is, life is good for some. For no one possessing even a modicum of rationality grounded in real-life experience would argue that SOME lives don’t turn out perfectly horrible…would they? And there lies the problem. Fate is a capricious whore, and doesn’t care who she fucks over. When we bring a new life into the world, we take the very real chance of delivering that life into the open arms of future personal disaster. In my mind, that’s enough of a reason for a sympathetic person to abstain from breeding, and instead adopt some needy child into a more fortuitous situation. Or buy a puppy (although puppies shouldn’t be born, either).