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31
Spoon-feeding and Corgies
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January 31, 2007
This morning I watched the Today Show segment featuring Melissa of Suburban Bliss, and I think my overall takeaway from it was: Boy, was that stupid. I mean, the ridiculous montage of playdate footage featuring approximately 4938 looming wine glasses, close-ups of wine bottles, and befuddled-looking babies as seen through the yellowy, translucent wine-filled glasses themselves (my god, won’t somebody think of the children?); the pointless “expert” who just repeated the same one-liner over and over; the utter lack of any actual substance behind the opposition to mothers who dare to drink alcohol in their children’s presence.
I thought Melissa handled herself well, and I like her even more for having the nads to participate, and I hope her next TV appearance involves a member of the media who has, I don’t know, a shred of journalistic integrity and isn’t focused on producing an easily digestible, overly simplified news product. I think the thing that’s most disturbing to me about the segment is that people watch lame crap like that every day. I’m no elitist over here, I watch American Idol for god’s sake, but I like to think I can recognize when I’m being spoon-fed a steaming chunk of bullshit.
I will say that while I have no objection whatsoever to mothers enjoying a drink at a playdate (almost as if they were adults engaging in a perfectly legal activity, or something), I strenuously object to the playdates as depicted by the segment. I hereby declare that anything called a “playdate” should involve women sitting around in t-shirts and jeans, and anything that requires three hours of prep with a flatiron and a color-coordinated Banana Republic outfit that had to be IRONED beforehand should be something else entirely. I’m just saying.
In other news, Riley has had the sort of demon-child afternoon that really can make a person rethink the whole second kid thing. Don’t bother telling me how much harder it will be with two, okay? I have an active imagination and I can get depressed ALL BY MYSELF, thanks.
I wish I didn’t have so many doubts and fears about adding a second suctopus to our household, but I do, I have about a million of them. Where will this child sleep? How will we afford the additional costs? Will we ever leave the house again? Will I have any time whatsoever to do the things I like to do? What if this baby refuses to sleep at night? Or has colic? Or requires special care? And what about my ass, exactly how fat will it get?
All I can take solace from is that I have faith we will love a second baby just as much as we love Riley, that along with challenges he or she will bring great joy into our lives. And hopefully, as siblings their childhood will be made richer for having each other.
Then again, maybe I should just get another dog. A Welsh Corgi, say.