There's a local blog I read by a single woman with the monker Kat Wilder. She had a column in the local daily newspaper, and now her column runs in its weekly entertainment tab and, of course, online.
She wrote a piece the other day about measures of success, relating an encounter where an old friend spoke disparagingly about another woman's lack of success as she's merely staying at home raising her kids.
I was about to leave a comment, but then I read the last comment that was there. Here's what the first part said:
I think that having a child would make me unhappier than any other thing I can imagine doing with my life. In fact, I think that given overpopulation, having your own children is possibly the most unethical decision you can make in your life. But then, that's me.
Ouch! I don't know what surprised me most: that she made such a comment on a blog by a woman with a child of her own, that she made such a comment after others had weighed in on being happy staying home with their own kids, or that she identified herself by linking to her own blog.
I thought about slinking away. But I could hardly call slinking a success, yeah? Or maybe that's just me.
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