Ahh, the Mommy Wars. Still, even though she's pursuing a diplomatic solution now, there's no denying the war-mongering rhetoric of Leslie Morgan Steiner's book. She took us to war under false pretenses--hey, now everybody in Washington's doing it! Dogpile!--and now we're paying the price.
But hey, a guy likes to watch a good fight, right? So Sandra Tsing Loh's devastating carpetbombing review of Mommy Wars from The Atlantic should be entertaining, at least. And since in her takedown, Loh doesn't really even acknowledge the existence of dads either, except as "men," the distant wielders of all power and no familial responsibility, I've apparently got no dog in this fight.
The crazy thing is, I went to Wharton. I used to do investment banking. We've set up camp on both battlefronts: Cleveland Park and uptown Manhattan. My Ivy PhD wife works full time. On paper, anyway, Leslie Morgan Steiner and her Mommy Warriors are supposedly my people. And yet, I find myself cheeering every explosion.
That said, "Afflufemza"??? And here I am, believing it wasn't possible to coin a word more annoying than "grups."
Rhymes With Rich, by Sandra Tsing Loh [the atlantic via powells]