Eight pages and a cover to reveal that, yes, in fact, anonymous moms and pregnant women in NYC still let loose on UrbanBaby's message boards with the rants, the complaints, the criticisms, the angst, and the secrets.
In that weird city way, the utter familiarity of Emily Nussbaum's "whither pregnant feminism?" rumination in New York Magazine is actually reassuring; it lets women having babies in the city know that not a damn thing's changed in 8 or 30 years, take your pick. Not the stresses of juggling parenthood and personal/professional identity. Not the competitive spirit and socioeconomic inequities of urban life. And not the near-total absence of any serious engagement on changes in men's parenting/work/family roles, or any discussion with men [as opposed to about them, which happens all the time.] Except for the cartoon bubbles in the illustrations, this is all the attention dads get in the article:
Men on UrbanBaby are a very strange presence. They are necessary, and they are useless. They are critical, in both senses. Although women sometimes post loving accounts of their husbandĺ─˘s sexiness and smarts, more often men are less loving partners than objects for study: Did I know he was like this when I married him? Has he changed or have I? Search for divorce, and you find women in all stages: about to leave, negotiating settlements, struggling with the mess of a custody dispute, and trying to keep things going.You've come a long way, UrbanBaby, now how about doing something about this kid's diaper?