Friday, August 28, 2009

Ooo Baby Baby

Katie Roiphe's essay "My Newborn Is Like A Narcotic" has created a small controversy. She takes feminists to task for their attitude toward motherhood (and they respond she's mistaken, or she misunderstands them):

There is an opium-den quality to maternity leave. The high of a love that obliterates everything. A need so consuming that it is threatening to everything you are and care about. Where did your day go? Did you stare blankly at the baby for hours? And was that staring blankly more fiercely pleasurable, more compelling than nearly anything you have ever done?

One of the minor dishonesties of the feminist movement has been to underestimate the passion of this time, to try for a rational, politically expedient assessment. Historically, feminists have emphasized the difficulty, the drudgery of new motherhood. They have tried to analogize childcare to the work of men; and so for a long time, women have called motherhood a "vocation." The act of caring for a baby is demanding, and arduous, of course, but it is wilder and more narcotic than any kind of work I have ever done.

Some of the pressing tasks I do—say, running to the drugstore to buy more pacifiers—are just excuses to think about the baby, to obsess and dwell upon every little thing about him. Here again is the singular fixation that characterizes addiction rather than calm productivity.

I have no dog in this fight. Though it is interesting, for all the obliterative love, and the singular fixation, that she still has the time to write essays philosophizing on life issues.

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