Motherhood is an all-consuming thing. The sleepless nights, the endless diapers, the undying love, the absurd tasks that must be performed to ease a baby into nap time. But time and energy aren’t the only casualties of motherhood. In our culture, motherhood often demands one’s identity as well, consumes it whole as the woman becomes a public object for fawning over, for scrutinizing, for judging whether she measures up....more
Posts Tagged: babies
WOMAN: Peekabo! I see you!
Peekaboo! I see you!
BABY DERRIDA: How can another see into me, into my most secret self, without my being able to see in there myself?
Over at The Toast, Mallory Ortberg has another entry, this time on Jacques Derrida, in “How to Talk to Babies,” a series of humorous satires of influential literary theories and theories....more
As if the recent presidential campaign was not disturbing enough, in the middle of it, my five month old morphed into Donald Trump....more
For the first few months after my son was born, I called him The Baby, or sometimes just Him with a capital H, huge proper nouns to illustrate how completely he took over my life. Is he eating, not eating? Pooping, not pooping?...more