Well, it’s been a banner week in my life. First, Darla Shine‘s Happy Housewives appeared on my doorstep. My favorite line so far is “Our mothers have no idea how they have burdened us with liberation and equality.” Liberation. Equality. Yep, that’s a real drag.
Then, I learned here and here that Caitlin Flanagan’s new book To Hell with All That: Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife is coming out in April. Here is a little quote from the publicity material which warmed my heart “On Work/Life Balance…: If you want to make an upper-middle-class woman squeal in indignation, tell her she can’t have something. If she works she can’t have as deep and connected a relationship with her child as she would if she stayed home and raised him. She can’t have the glamour and respect conferred on career women if she chooses instead to spend her days at “Mommy
and Me” classes. She can’t have both things.”
Oh dear. Well, there’s no use in trying to change things then, so that we can find fulfilling work and still have time to spend with our children. I guess there is nothing to do but squeal.
Oh, and vacuum the drapes which, according to Shine, I’m supposed to be doing once a month.