We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
This poor girl has troubles. She doesn't have enough free time and she feels stressed out. And I think I see pills in her future. So, I'm going to be a little bit mean.
"Before I began working on this book, I thought that’s just how life had to be—fast, crazy, busy, breathless—particularly for working mothers in the 21st century. I didn’t think it could change. I had no role models. And didn’t really stop and think about why. Most everyone I knew was busy, with schedules going every which way. I remember talking to another working mother on my cell phone in the car weeping after going back to work after my maternity leave about how burned out I felt and how I missed the companionship and understanding of the mother’s group I’d joined after maternity leave. “This is it,” she’d said. “This phone call is the only kind of mother’s group you’re going to get now.”
After blaming men and "culture", what's left? Well, this poor girl thinks she needs a law to limit her work hours. Of course she does, she can't be responsible for her work schedule. She can't "stop and think about it". She needs to be told. Is she representative of her peers, I hesitate to ask? Because, DAMN.
She had no role models either. What, where did Pippi Longstocking go? Great stuff, bring on the crazy.
I would like to recreate a 19th century neighborhood somewhere and send folks to it as a form of therapy.
Let them have to build a fire in the stove before they could start cooking for a couple days and I'll bet they would see how fucking retarded they sound bitching about not having enough time to properly program a microwave.
Although I suspect a lot of them sound retarded because they are.
She is looking at surveys and consulting everybody but herself on how to live her life. Then she wants government intervention.
A person needs to decide for themselves how to live. What work or activity is worthwhile and weed out the rest.
What she needs is a easier job working less hours and Obama, the Democrats and the feminist will make sure she gets paid the same as men who work harder jobs and more hours. Isn't that what equality is really all about? Some animals are more equal then others.
In short, you can't "have it all." This "poor" woman has been sold a bill of goods, and now she has buyer's remorse. We all have 168 hours each week. I spent less time with my kids and missed some of their growing up (like going to the neighborhood pool most days of the summer), because I chose to work 40-50 hours a week. (The wife might think it was closer to 30-40:)). She chose to stay home with our 5 kids until the oldest was in high school. Now she's watching our granddaughter. We could have more toys and eat microwaved meals. Instead tonight we had fresh homemade bread, grilled pork loins, and fresh steamed green beans. (I hit 21 on the microwave versus 20, because the numbers are closer together and it's easier. When I'm ambitious and energetic I hit 20.)
When I was in law school, I dated a girl whose father was a senior partner in a big law firm in Memphis. He still worked Saturdays and the occasional Sunday. It was at that point that I decided I wasn't going to be a lawyer.
We could probably have been rich, but I wasn't willing to work hard enough for it. I settled for comfortable, and free time.
Life isn't fair. Being the mom of young kids is hard. Not enough time, not enough sleep, not enough money. It gets easier later - if you put your time in now and make good relationships with your kids.
I was lucky - my parents told me from when I was young that life isn't fair. It's too bad no one told her that.
People who can not prioritize what they want in life and live by those priorities will forever live disgruntled lives. Do you really need that "large" house with the latest in furnishings? Do you need the latest in personal furnishings? That yearly "fill in the blank" vacation to some other continent? The latest foreign import or diesel pickup? I will say that the nice thing about retiring was not having to listen to others complaining about being stuck in the "grind". Some will be stuck there until their expiration date. No thanks.