I keep thinking about this one. If I could write a book about it, I’d call it Bad Alchemy. Modern Women have poisoned the well. I say this as a middle aged modern woman, living in a fairly affluent, over-educated area in North Carolina. In our efforts to work and balance everything (an insanely difficult task), we make ourselves feel bet…
I keep thinking about this one. If I could write a book about it, I’d call it Bad Alchemy. Modern Women have poisoned the well. I say this as a middle aged modern woman, living in a fairly affluent, over-educated area in North Carolina. In our efforts to work and balance everything (an insanely difficult task), we make ourselves feel better when we’re selfish mothers, calling it self care. We lie and say the kids are ok when we get divorced. We tell ourselves the men are useless and stupid and bad. And then we wonder why we’re so miserable underneath it all, drinking ourselves to death, filling it all with selfies and trying to look interesting.
I keep thinking about this one. If I could write a book about it, I’d call it Bad Alchemy. Modern Women have poisoned the well. I say this as a middle aged modern woman, living in a fairly affluent, over-educated area in North Carolina. In our efforts to work and balance everything (an insanely difficult task), we make ourselves feel better when we’re selfish mothers, calling it self care. We lie and say the kids are ok when we get divorced. We tell ourselves the men are useless and stupid and bad. And then we wonder why we’re so miserable underneath it all, drinking ourselves to death, filling it all with selfies and trying to look interesting.