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Hanna Rosin is a hack. A man featured in Rosin’s book calls her out on her lack of journalistic integrity. Rosin basically had a theory on stay-at-home-dads and manipulated this man’s interview responses in order to fit that theory. While this stuff happens all the time, especially in trend pieces and trendy books, I consider it a worse journalistic affront than anything Jonah Lehrer did. But journalists don’t think this way because they all do it – they all fish for quotes and they all cherry-pick the information they report.
This is a pussy riot. A professor writing at Role Reboot offers 15 tips for single mothers on how to maintain a proper work/life/one-night-stand balance. It’s worth noting that she describes herself in her bio as having “made a leap” from married mother of two to single motherhood. Wheeee!
Here’s my favorite of her tips:
When a man wants to whisk you away for a weekend fling, be very clear that the babysitting cost is a financial burden he must share. The first time a man invited me away for a weekend, I was so uncomfortable navigating the shame I felt for my economic insufficiencies, I resorted to texting him. I didn’t have the guts to say it out loud. He, of course, offered to share the babysitting bucks. And, if a man doesn’t offer, he’s not worth the babysitting bucks. I’m certain of that.
What a psychopath. As if when a man offers up a weekend fling and then offers up babysitting money that one *must* attend. YOLO, right? Of course, she contradicts herself with her next tip:
Rethink the structure of dating. Dating is truly a waste of time and babysitting costs. I have few precious hours and resources that I spend away from my kids. If the man doesn’t deliver with witty conversation, a great meal and some enticing swagger, I curse him upside down, backward and forward (in my head of course) and then, I curse for myself for wasting valuable resources. I form friendships with men and if they evolve into something more, great.
She presupposes that she’s perfectly convivial. Or maybe she doesn’t think that’s even something she’d have to strive for. All I hear when reading this is “I am a woman with tits and pussy. I require of you all the giggles, vacays, footrubs, and orgasms that I demand. Babysitting money too. All I am offering up to you is a faint glimmer of hope that I will invest my time and my scarce (?) vaginal resources in you. I am woman, hear me roar…for the shit that I can’t and won’t provide for myself. If you don’t come through with these things then you are not “worth it”. Staaaaaart NOW!” To extend her logic a bit further, perhaps she should just start billing the men she dates for her oh-so-valuable time. This places her very near hooker territory.
She’s also modest:
Avoid dating breeders. Men in their 40s who have no children will inevitably want to have children. When I left my husband, male friends I’ve known for years who had yet to marry and have children expressed interest. And why wouldn’t they? I can hold the household down and I am fertile. I make good babies. But, I’m 40. After breast-feeding two children, my nipples are finally standing up perky again. My ass is defying gravity and I’ve got a flat stomach despite two c-sections and laparoscopic surgery. I’m thankful to have my body back and I’m happy to have children who are growing more independent with each day.
I believe the phrase is “Tits or GTFO” and I believe it was invented precisely for this reason.
But excuse me for a bit. I’m going to call my mother and thank her for not being this woman.