Jill Filipovic is a feminist writer with a particular hatred of families and men’s rights.
The day before Mother’s Day she Tweeted this:
I would really love to read more essays and op/eds from women (and men, too) who regret having children as early as they did, regret having as many as they did, or regret having children at all. There’s not much about motherhood that remains publicly unexplored, but that does.
— Jill Filipovic (@JillFilipovic) May 8, 2021
Well the total meltdown in response to “it would be good to talk more about a real but extremely taboo part of adult life” pretty well illustrates why virtually no one talks about it. But it is wild to see such insane reactions to “hey maybe we should talk about this.”
— Jill Filipovic (@JillFilipovic) May 8, 2021
“Women should stay silent about their complicated experiences” is certainly a view, but probably not one too should expect a feminist writer to have.
— Jill Filipovic (@JillFilipovic) May 8, 2021
Not one YOU should expect a feminist writer to have. Edit button!
— Jill Filipovic (@JillFilipovic) May 8, 2021
Somebody bought the feminist propaganda that what a woman needs to be happy in the long run is careerism and a closet full of name-brand clothes and accessories from disposable income.
The inescapable truth is that she can’t read bedtime stories to a Louis Vuitton purse and Prada heels will never say “I love you, mommy,” and she feels that acutely in the empty spot inside.
But as a good feminist, she can’t admit that her ideology has failed her, and the one accessory that her luxury apartment is missing is the one she cannot buy with all of her disposable income, the sound of children.
I find myself reminded of one of Cartman’s most evil moments:
So she has to sell to herself the idea that she was right by finding mothers who regret having children and secretly wish to spend their golden years surrounded by professional accolades and designer clothes instead of grandchildren.
Finding no mothers like this, she lashed out in anger.
I take so much indulgence in her misery because she posted this the day before Mother’s Day.
The Left can’t let a holiday go where they don’t publish OpEd’s shitting all over the holiday.
Clearly, she was trolling for fodder for an anti-mother article to publish on Mother’s Day.
She was left with only the anger and resentment of her emptiness and failure, both to have the love of a family and to write an article shitting on motherhood on Mother’s Day.
And because she wanted to ruin a holiday that celebrates motherhood and failed, I revel in her misery.
Perhaps her birthing parent regrets having birthed her?
I am sure they do!
Didn’t some semi famous woman say something about wishing her mom had an abortion? For some reason, a has been celebrity like Madonna springs to mind, but cannot recall.
I tend to suspect Leah Dunaham, because it’s the sort of stupid thing she would spout.
She was conceived on a dare
She might want to read more essays like that, but she can’t force anyone else to write them.
She could hire someone to write one, but I guess it wouldn’t be the same.
I think she was hoping for one of those group therapy sessions where people sit around and try to reassure each other that they’re not really just losers who made poor life choices.
How about the opposite of what she asked for. I had kids when I was in my late teens and early twenties. It was a struggle at first because, just starting out in life, we didn’t have much disposable income, but we found ways to make our lives rich and fun without spending a lot of money to do it. Most of that revolved around good friends.
Fast forward. My kids are now adults and have kids of their own. My youngest turned 18 when I was 40. We’re now having our years of “freedom” but instead of endless energy and immaturity, what we have is our prime earning years and the wisdom to use that income well.
Of course, now-days people don’t raise their kids to be independent and responsible so they end up having to support them their whole lives or end up having to raise their grandkids.
But in my case, raising strong independent children who couldn’t wait to get out on their own once they reached adulthood (just as I was at that age), starting young was a blessing of which I’m now reaping the rewards.
But you’re a white cismale so your opinion doesn’t count.
I’ve never met a woman who regretted having kids. Closest I’ve come is that they love their kids to death, but would have been happy not to have them as well.
I have met women who regretted their abortion. Usually when they decide to have a kid, and it’s born. They start wondering what the one they threw away would’ve been like. Worst case was when one I know was telling her daughter the birds and bees, and told the kid she had an abortion.
The kid, an only one, wouldn’t speak to her for days. Was pissed she could’ve had a brother or sister.
I can tell you, as an older gentlman, that I’m an age where people I know are dying off. Parents of friends, friends, etc.
There is nothing sadder than a eulogy where some company man expounds on how valuable old Herb was to the company. In fact, they forgot about him a week after he retired. It’s bad for a man that this is what his life amounted to.
Even sadder for a woman.
You’ve lived your life, often selfishly, working until you died. Sure, people ‘miss’ you. But they don’t mourn.
I’ll drink to that! OG
Another one who will die alone and unmourned, surrounded by incontinent cats.
Who will eat her corpse.