Girlfight!

Thanks to Prettier than Napleon, I’ve been alerted to a cool blog called Morphing into Mama and to a blog-style WWF pileup in response to a post she did on “false advertising” in marriage.

First of all, I think it’s great that she had this conversation in her psychopathology class and got ganged up on in response, then decided to recreate the debate for her blog audience as if that occurance was maybe an anomaly and she’d find more people that got it. well she started a firestorm with that one, with feminists’ heads exploding all over flat panel screens nationwide.

Premise: if you are cute with long hair and a svelte body and then cut off the hair and gain 40 pounds over the course of your marriage, it’s false advertising and unfair to the Hubbidy Hub Hub.

Chorus: Eek! It’s shallow! It’s slavery to have to stay cute and thin!

I totally agree with her. I have no idea why people freak out over the idea have responses like this:

“Your husband should love you no matter how much you weigh.”

well, that may be true, and maybe he’ll love you as the mother of his children, but he’s not going to be jumping your bones when he comes home from work because you’re padding around in sweats since you’ve ballooned beyond the scope of your tidy little khakis and jeans.

Knee-jerk reactions are those of squishy-headed leftism:
1. people shouldn’t feel bad about themselves ever, even if they’re perfectly capable of maintaining or improving themselves and they don’t, and
2. we no longer have to put on a frilly dress, pumps, and a fresh, pressed apron for when John comes home from The Office so he can go fuck himself if i gain a few pounds.

But MIM kicks everyone’s asses with this point:

“Don’t you find people more attractive when they exhibit self-respect?”

Ah! Yes! And shouldn’t part of loving someone involve wanting to look good for them to please them and keep them attracted? This works BOTH WAYS. I want to be hot for my long-term partner because i’m happier and randier when i feel hot, he’s happier and randier, and vice versa for him feeling that way about himself. I think it’s LESS loving of a partner to demand they love you in spite of your laziness and disrespect than it is to stay disciplined and make an effort to look good for them and for yourself.

Poor MIM had to close her comments over this because of so much hubbub:

Right now I just need to get back to being knee deep in my kids’ poop instead of other people’s shit.

As a side note I may develop later, I totally know what MIM’s talking about with the whole mom thing. From her “About”ness dealing with old ladies cooing over her child:

“Isn’t motherhood wonderful?”

In my head, my response was always, “No. It fucking sucks. I haven’t slept in over a month. My nipples are constantly dripping. I’m never alone, and all I want to do is go to Starbucks, drink a latte, and read a book. Now get out of my face before I run you down with my cart, you old bat.”

I think she’s incredibly brave to be so honest and I like her style - am glad to know motherhood doesn’t automatically turn every woman into a single-minded, gushing cheerleader that abdicates everything about herself as an individual to promote her obnoxious offspring.