This after being reamed out via text in The Discipline Book for ignoring my maternal instincts and returning to work, thus damaging my poor daughter's perception of gender roles. I flipped hurredly to the copyright, then screamed
"Nineteen-fucking-Ninety-Five? Are you bloody kidding me? FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKK
Dr. S, your statement that attachment parenting helps prevent tantrums- oh my! was that great for a grand, sarcastic belly-laugh. If only I'd snuggled and worn the baby nearly constantly, and had family caregivers who do same.. If only I'd nursed her until she was two and a half- if only she still slept snuggled warm against her mama.I could have created a Magic Zen Child, if only I'd known these mystical secrets. Oh, woe is me who was such a careless mommy.
And somehow the book managed to stay structurally intact and still open in front of me, at which point I read a reference to gender dysfunction. In the good Doctor's defense, he defended gender-bending play as normal, but he went on to imply that lasting discomfort with gender is a dysfunction, and I disagree. It's a minority of people who express gender in ways we don't expect, but where is any medical evidence that this is at all a disorder?
So, good morning. You'll be reading this Monday. Please ignore my pissy rantings, and enjoy your coffee or green tea or your Bloody Mary and have a fabulous week. I have an orgy of posting possibilities, including the best questions in the history of the internet meme from Thordora for an interview thing. Let's all watch to see if time allows the creative juices to flow, shall we?
Edit: Or perhaps Blogger will go wonky and you'll see this Sunday. Whatever.