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11/22/10

a very critical thought. (also known as rage)

For the women of my generation (born to the first generation of "liberated" women and granddaughters to the women who fought for it,) we were given limitless options.

We were told we could be anything.

But sometimes, I wonder, with all the options available, why many of my peers chose to be nothing.

No jobs. No school. No kids. Just expensive taste in clothing and cameras and unlimited time to take photos of themselves.*

Yes, I intend to teach my children that with a combination of hard work and luck, they can be anything. But I damn well intend to include an addendum: they have to be something.

Mom. Dad. Stay-At-Home. Work. Work-from-Home. Start a business, write a novel that never gets published, readers, thinkers, learners, yes, even photographers (hopefully they might consider taking a class.)

Something besides shopping and taking pictures of their food.


Am I missing the point?







*Do it. Call me on how mean and nasty I sound. Tell me there is nothing wrong with a near pathological obsession with Anthro, J. Crew, and Nikons. I don't mean to call out individuals, and I like shopping and pictures of myself too, but I want to be sure that when I die I can say more about myself than "Wow. I sure did stare at my vintage shoes a lot."

22 comments:

Liv said...

For real.

I often wonder what on earth is so exciting about one's food that it must be posted on the Internet every single day.

Also? If I read one more stupid post about Anthropologie and its ugly grandma clothes I'm going to walk away from my computer and never come back.

Colt said...

I want to be your friend. That was fantastic.

Kristen said...

This drives me nuts too.

calvinfossey said...

hi. i don't know you, but i love you. if i read one more blog of a woman who has quit her job to start her own photography business i'm going to go on a rampage. "hi! i shoot mediocre photos! if you'd like to hire me at an obscene rate so I can justify not working just email me!" grrrrr....

Nicole said...

Word.

Ru said...

I have to be honest. I used to really hate this behavior. But recently I realized that I envy this behavior. No, I wouldn't want to be an eterna-child for more than a month, but a life of eating out/shopping/redecorating while someone else financially supports me? It sounds sweet for at least a few weeks.

But yeah, I probably wouldn't chronicle my not-so-complicated thoughts with daily blog post, accompanied by photos of my tights and/or waffles.

Emilie said...

I love this. That is all.

Stephanie said...

dude, @ Ru, I hear you. And, because I have been a Stay-At-Home-Wife (it is called summer, and it is the way society apologizes to teachers,) I can tell you, it is awesome.

For about a month. Then your brain starts to melt and you get depressed and eat 21 otter pops in a single afternoon.

gurrbonzo said...

Damn, indeed cool info.

sara said...

thank you for this. fantastic.

Brooke said...

I don't think you're missing anything. It's totally sad that with all the options out there someone would choose to focus on the material. I blame Facebook. Pictures of yourself taken by yourself were pretty worthless before you could post online albums. Fortunately, I can think of a very few people who fall into this category. There's a couple blogs I stalk for fun whose creators definitely do, but in "real" life, these people are a rare breed to come in contact with. Don't you think? Or is this trend of lifestyle becoming more prevalent and there's a secret hangout spot for these women I'm missing out on? =)

Jess said...

See, there is this part of me that thinks how awesome if I could sit on my fat butt all day and worry about nothing but my hair color (ha, that was a major concern this morning, for some reason).

But I would (ahem, eventually) get sick and tired of that lifestyle.

Plus, I have seen how the lack of "being something" has crippled many of my in-laws from escaping damaging relationships. Because these women don't have an identity (something that comes with being someone) they don't know how to function without their spouse. Thus they stay in abusive relationships.


Wow. Got on a soap box. But yeah, I agree.

Linds said...

Awesome post. Yes, I agree. What sucks is when their photos suck... I have nothing against people pursuing photography as a profession or a hobby. I love my photographer- she did great, but she still makes balance in her life. She's still a mom. She's still in our Primary presidency. She still is social. She's still a great friend. I think that's the point. You have to balance your life. Make what should be priority actually be one. Not be taking a zillion photos of yourself. Because honestly no one really wants to see your mug that much anyhow. And I have no problems w/ occasional photo shoots w/ your kids. Yeah, totally fine. Photos help me remember personally. How they developed throughout the years. How small they were. And help me love and appreciate them that much more. But that's not all that life is!

TheOneTrueSue said...

On a related note (maybe) (whatever, threadjack, whatever) I'm even baffled by non-shallow, intelligent people who feel the need to photograph every moment of their lives and post it on their blogs. It's like if a camera doesn't record it, then it doesn't count or something.

Some of these people I actually like and respect, but the picture thing just makes me think we could never be real life friends. Anyone that fond of pictures of their own face is probably not someone I could ever feel very comfortable with. I would always be thinking, "Man. You really love your face."

Maybe this is just because I do not love my face with such a very high degree of face love.

Xan said...

You're my new best friend. I get frustrated by this all the time.

lifeofdi said...

Mmmm. Oooottterrrrr Poooopppsss...

Julie said...

If this were facebook, I'd give you a "like."

Lindsey said...

This brings up a compliment I have been meaning to pay. I read your blog and it has about one picture a year on it which is totally a credit to your writing voice because most blog writers are so plain I have to have a picture to get through it. Kudos.

MJ said...

AWESOME.

Mrs. Clark said...

Uh, yeah. I am lucky enough to be too busy to engage in stuff like that.

Stephanie said...

@Lindsey

Thanks. That is one of the nicest things anyone has said about my writing. Not counting the time my Mom said I was more bitter than David and Amy Sedaris combined.

FABI said...

Word. Thank you for verbalizing this.