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"Having Children Makes Adults Unhappy": An Investigation!
Big news! Coming in Monday's New York magazine! A plot twist in the long-established narrative of New York City rich people parenting!
The Misery of the American Parent, by Jennifer Senior
"Social-science researchers keep coming to the same conclusion: having children makes adults unhappy. Why? Maybe it's because American parents are demanding more of themselves than ever before. Or maybe it's because we've forgotten what 'happiness' actually means. A look at why parents hate parenting."
$10,000 day-care bills will do that!
WON'T SOMEBODY PLEASE THINK OF THE PARENTS
*slips into jean jacket, whistles Dixie, accidentally drops Balk dollie in the toilet*
From the bottom of my barren womb, I love the tags on this post.
Could probably also gets some use out of CALM DOWN, YOU NEUROTIC BREEDERS but the helicoper one kinda cover that too, so.
Then when they grow old enough they write a book about you and blame you for bad parenting and every thing that has gone wrong in their life.
"Thing Done For Millennia Is Suddenly Trendy"
a shocking expose by New York Magazine.
Tune in monday for the thrilling conclusion!
HERE'S MY BABY, SORRY.
Any excuse to link to the "My Baby!" post is worth it.
Silly me – for a second there, I thought the helicopter reference was to Manhattan parents wealthy enough to actually own helicopters, and whose heli-set lifestyles were painfully impinged by the ballast weight that kids provide.
I don't know, I like wrangling critters, teaching them how to form a worldview, showing them how to cast aspersions on idiots, how to eat corn on the cob, playing them AC/DC songs and telling them, "If anyone ever says this is bad music, don't be friends with them," but the best thing about parenting? Someone always wants to hold your hand.
(Gulp.)
Someone who is usually not your spouse… but, hey, I'll take it.
That last part? Sounds like hell.
Your spouse wants to hold other parts of you.
But Bookie, it's a sticky little hand covered in boogers.
@jolie: I felt that way, too, for a long time. Then some things happened to change my mind. Anyway, I like it, and I'm too exhausted to be a smartass on here today, so I thought I would be *that breeder,* kind of like "That Girl" but without the hairdo.
@kitten: No, no, we don't allow that Chez Bookish. It is booger-free all the time, and boogie down all the time.
@Tulle: Does Forgetitjake know you stole his avatar?
@BL: I'm glad you like it. I wish I could be more like that. You know, like a person who didn't recoil from the touch of another human.
Anyway, I'm gonna go cry now.
@jolie: Aw, sugar, don't do that. And if it is any consolation, after pushing out a rugrat and giving him the tit for four months, I could never take a picture like yours, even with a nice bourbon bottle in front in lieu of an underwire bra.
Maybe.
@Bookish: This. Having kids has been so very good for me. But the best part is that it's not something you do for yourself. Thanks for being "that Breeder" here. I was afraid it'd have to be me, and I'd make a hash of it.
I've never understood why people have children, I'm glad that this article will finally explain it.
Did a little guy step on your glasses?
Ha! You win.
Thanks for playing, babe.
Kids are like retarded adults. Actually, reverse that.
They're like psychotic dwarves.
This explains my happiness. Along with not being married.
Parenting sucks, and they don't come with receipts.