I am NOT…

…Worn down to an insignificant crisp of a woman by motherhood.  And I don’t see the few mother friends I know worn down to a nub of blubbering insignificance by it either…  So what’s with the media and film world portraying us as world weary, brain dead, non sexual, emotionally scattered zombies?  Just a question.  I recently watched ‘Motherhood’ staring Uma Thurman.  Yes she was living in a walk up in Greenwich village, yes she had one more child than I do, yes she had a pretty useless husband and yes an incontinent dog too but – really?  This woman was behaving as if she was permanently one step away from a full-scale torrid sweaty meltdown.   Watch the film – this woman has been driven to the edge of mania by her two seemingly well-behaved and quite cute children and I really don’t know why.

My thought is that when women fall mentally into a thousand pieces like that – I don’t blame it on their being mothers at all.  I blame it on the crazy lives they have been pushed into living.  I know when I reach the Motherhood Wall it’s not really Finn that’s sent me there – it’s because of financial pressure, or the shitty day at work, or the prick who nearly killed us both on the freeway, because the neighbor is blaring Ariba Ariba music again, or because something just didn’t go the way I wanted it to.