I changed a few things over on my sidebar. The links have been cleaned up a little; the deactivated (or just inactive) links on the Blogroll are mostly gone, and the short list of sites I visit frequently has been removed because either the links could fit into the Blogroll or I just didn’t see the point anymore.
Also, I added “The Voices in My Head” because every time I mention a podcast to someone, I’m asked how I find out about the podcasts to which I subscribe. The answer is uh, I don’t know, but here’s some podcasts I like and a lot of the people who do them mention podcasts they like, and then you can go find those and get really into the Internet even more.
Every time I reorganize my blog, I wonder if I shouldn’t put my Categories up higher on the page. Like under the Twitter feed or something. It would make more sense since this is my blog, but I also get a not insignificant amount of traffic from other people’s blogs each week, and I guess if the Blogroll is higher up and therefore more visible, that means I might be able to return the favor. Does this make sense? To the small percentage of readers who actually comment, would you rather see the Categories section above the Blogroll or keep it where it is now?
Does it matter at all to you? Or is this all an elaborate ruse I’ve perpetrated to keep myself from exploding at the seams at this thing, which isn’t really an article or a blog or anything that makes any fucking sense at all because the woman who wrote it is a sanctimonious idiot who’s just doing her part to advance the myth that being a mother is the single most important thing that anyone could do with their life and anyone who disagrees just doesn’t know any better.
Oh dear. Here it comes. The explosion at the seams. I’m sorry, everyone, I tried to be like this:
But it’s coming out like this:
Hey, Janine Kovac? How about you shut your asshole mouth? How about you use your apparently extremely broad experience (you know, the one you feel is so much more rich than your childless friend’s) to include the very real truth that parenthood is not a biological imperative for everyone, and that not every woman who casually wonders if she’s ready to be a parent actually wants to be, or is envious of your life, or isn’t as brilliant/compassionate/wordly/willing to be fulfilled as you think you are. Jesus, I casually wonder about nipple rings and why people live in yurts, but that doesn’t mean I’m interested in doing either one. But you wouldn’t know that. You’re too smart for that.
I mean, with this shit you wrote?
“In a way, telling yourself that you’re not ready to become a parent is like saying, “I’m not ready to broaden my horizons.” Or, “I’m not ready to be humbled on a daily basis.” Or, “I’m not ready to feel my heart swell up with admiration and pride”…I know it seems like a big step. I know it looks like motherhood is giving up yourself. It’s not. It’s just shedding the parts of you that you don’t really need anymore.”
Oh! Really! Thank you, Janine Kovac, thank you for that estimation. Thank you for telling anyone who isn’t yet or doesn’t want to be a mother that their life is either fundamentally incomplete or filled with superfluous, non-child bullshit, and for implying that their inability or refusal to imitate your choices is selfish. Thank you so much for that, without you I wouldn’t have known what a loser I am.
And while I’m thanking you, I should also congratulate you on what I think your agenda really is, and that’s being a fucking bitch to this friend of yours. While I know you’re so busy saving the world with your Mothers Are God agenda, it’s super impressive that you took the time to jab snarky asides at someone you claim to like but are apparently disgusted by, although you perhaps don’t see why this person would pick up on your shitty fucking attitude and compare your offspring to their dog. Which is probably way friendlier than your kids will turn out to be with you as their mother.
A person who writes this kind of garbage doesn’t need to have kids. These are not the words of a person who wishes to impart wisdom, understanding, and life experience to a friend or to a future generation. These are the words of a condescending, self-righteous shit-for-brains who doesn’t at all represent all the mothers of the world, but who has been unfortunately chosen by some editor to be their voice.
To the mothers I know, let this be your signal. Unleash Hell.