Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Twitter. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

An open letter about scolding mothers

About all I know about Kelly Oxford is that she's funny, Canadian, and says funny things on Twitter. I'm not sure how I wound up following her. but I'm glad I do.

She's foul mouthed and brash and sometimes unkind ("How old were you when you realized Robin Williams wasn't funny?"—probably around 35, I think—and "Weird that as an adult, all the emotion I'm hearing in Madonna's 'Crazy For You' is Madonna hoping she hits all the notes and can hold them.") and she makes me laugh ("Your kid’s ready to come out of diapers when she yells, 'Hey, guys I’ll be down soon, I just need to get Mom to change my diaper' Right?"), often because many of her tweets hold both humor and a grain of truth ("Anyone who says 'I'm a bitch before I get my coffee' is a bitch after they get their coffee too.").

Oxford tweets things that "nice women" don't often say and that "nice mothers" hardly ever do, though she has small children ("Older 2 kids better sharpen up because the 2yr old yelled, "YOU GO GIRL!!" to her Dad in this restaurant and now she's my favorite.").

Kelly Oxford

I suppose anyone who dabbles that close to the edge of decorum gets a lot of complaints. A few days ago, apparently, she got some when she made a joke about, of all things, Victoria Beckham's thinness. On her blog, Oxford writes an open letter to this complainer:
Yesterday I tweeted something like, “I wonder how many waiters served a pregnant Victoria Beckham and think to themselves ‘Eating for one are we?’”
But I erased it because it was brought to my attention that Joan Rivers already said “Congratulations to Victoria Beckham, who’s pregnant with her fourth child! She’s finally eating for one.”
You then sent me many, many messages on Twitter which said, and I paraphrase:
This isn’t funny. I hope your children grow up with a good sense of body image. What you say and do as a parent is what your children learn
Oxford proceeds to shred the complainer's argument, making a lot of good points, most not directly applicable to the experiences of those of us who don't regularly crack celebrity jokes to our 100,000+ Tweeps.

But a few apply to my own life, and maybe yours if you've ever received (or issued!) criticisms, snap judgments, and faultfinding about your (or someone else's) mothering or life choices. I wrote about this once, and wish I'd included lines like these:
 You are the reason that mothers feel as though they cannot be themselves. Why women who aren’t mothers question their ability to raise a child and fear losing themselves
Oh, and this part is relevant, too, if any of those criticisms you've heard involve your kid having "an ounce of personality" (or a pound, or a ton):
... That any ounce of personality must be squashed in order to raise ‘good’ and ‘proper’ and ‘kind’ children. That’s bullshit.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Welcome, readers from Ireland's The Journal!

Through the magic of Twitter, I met Jennifer O'Connell (@jenoconnell), editor of the Dublin-based news website The Journal, and who asked to reprint my essay about the high cost of staying home with your kids. The piece ran Sunday in the Minneapolis Star Tribune (and previously on Salon) and was well-tweeted by Strib staffers. All of this has led to my acquiring new Twitter followers and blog visitors with mellifluous Irish names.


Welcome! I look forward to hearing your perspectives, and finding out more about how mothers and parents are (or aren't) supported in Ireland. Even before my piece ran in The Journal, I had received an email or two from Irish readers who'd seen it on Salon, and heard some all-too recognizable tales. So even though some of us say "mom" and others "mum," I know we share some common experiences.

I tend to think of the United States as an outlier among Western countries in terms of its shabby support for working parents, its lack of paid parental leave, insufficient daycare options, workplace inflexibility and so on. I'm eager to hear how the situation compares in other countries. So please, comment frequently, compare your situations to mine, correct any misconceptions you see me writing, and let's pool our knowledge.