https://www.nytimes.com/2018/07/05/style/no-kids-happy.html
Probably because you write articles like this, over-insisting how wonderful it is. Most people with young children or teens do not look down on their childless friends; they envy them. You might get some pity from grandmas who dote excessively on their grandchildren, or even from nutty helicopter moms who have no life outside of their kids, but by and large - especially in this day and age - I don't think everyone you meet is consumed with your life choices.
I get that she had to write about something, but this piece comes across as the manic "look how perfect my life is" wails of someone who is deeply unsatisfied. She ends the piece by eating leftover steak with an egg for breakfast, like that's something people with kids can't do.
If you want to rub your childless state in the faces of your readers, I can think of about a million different ways to do that. Mention that you didn't yell once today. You went into a store without having to corral some get into everything kid. Nobody whined about what was for dinner. Nobody required an emergency room visit, nor did you have to figure out how to juggle your heavy work day because a kid decided to get sick. Not one thing in your house got broken.
Leftover steak just isn't the first thing that comes to mind when I think of being childless.
Probably because you write articles like this, over-insisting how wonderful it is. Most people with young children or teens do not look down on their childless friends; they envy them. You might get some pity from grandmas who dote excessively on their grandchildren, or even from nutty helicopter moms who have no life outside of their kids, but by and large - especially in this day and age - I don't think everyone you meet is consumed with your life choices.
I get that she had to write about something, but this piece comes across as the manic "look how perfect my life is" wails of someone who is deeply unsatisfied. She ends the piece by eating leftover steak with an egg for breakfast, like that's something people with kids can't do.
If you want to rub your childless state in the faces of your readers, I can think of about a million different ways to do that. Mention that you didn't yell once today. You went into a store without having to corral some get into everything kid. Nobody whined about what was for dinner. Nobody required an emergency room visit, nor did you have to figure out how to juggle your heavy work day because a kid decided to get sick. Not one thing in your house got broken. Leftover steak just isn't the first thing that comes to mind when I think of being childless.
Well said! :ditto: 