This is the absolute limit. Feministing published an article calling the woman who fed her daughter drugs to spare herself an inconvenience “somebody who should get every Mom of the Year Award ever.” I’m speechless. I mean, I lost my voice so I’d be speechless anyway but this is very shocking.

Parents who invade their children’s bodies, private space, life, everything are a dime a dozen. But since the word “abortion” appeared somewhere in the story, Feministing will count it as a huge victory for feminism.

If you haven’t been reading this blog for a long time, I want to reiterate that I fully support a woman’s right to control what happens inside her body at any point in time and in any circumstances. But only her own body, not her daughter’s, and definitely not to please some useless ne’er-do-well fella. Read the story in full to see what I mean.

I just discovered that one of this blog’s readers (and a very popular blogger) is a professor at one of the schools I interviewed with at the 2007 MLA.

This was an absolutely grueling interview. I had applied for pretty much all the jobs in existence (including a Yeshiva school in New York) just for the hell of it.

There was, however, a single state where I didn’t apply because I don’t want to live there for any amount of money. Of course, this just had to be a state that was offering dozens of jobs in my area that year. I wondered if I was making a mistake by ignoring this state so doggedly, thought and thought about it, and finally decided to apply to a single college in this state just to clear my conscience.

The interview was the longest of all MLA interviews I had during my two years at the job market. (Altogether I believe I had 17.) Everybody on the search committee was very obviously into me (as a candidate, I mean) except for this one Argentinean lady. Usually, Argentinean women love me. I have the same accent, the same rough and bossy style of communication as they do. But this woman detested me from the start. She probably had a candidate of her own she wanted to push through. And when an Argentinean woman sets her mind on something, she becomes a short-range missile.

For 2 hours I sat on the edge of a hotel-room bed, trying to keep my back straight and grabbing pathetically onto the sheafs of papers that I had brought to the meeting and that kept sliding off the bed. The entire time the Argentinean lady sneered, huffed and showed her extreme annoyance while her colleagues asked me every question imaginable to convince her I was a good candidate. This wasn’t even a job I wanted, so the aggravation wasn’t worth it. Obviously, I didn’t get a callback.

I have no idea why I decided to dredge this ancient memory from the dark recesses of my mind. I’m sick and running a fever, so I’m not in complete control of my faculties.

But wait, I know what the point I’m trying to make here is. Now that I discovered that one of this blog’s readers is a faculty member at that school, I will be able to see its name without a shudder. So yay for blogging!

I suffer so much because of the heat that when it gets colder I can’t make myself close the windows or dress in warmer clothes. So, of course, now I’m getting sick and losing my voice. Which will make the 3 lectures I have to give tomorrow very unpleasant for everybody involved.

Shit.

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I wonder if the time will come when I will be able to fill the tank of my car without dousing myself with gasoline from head to foot. Of course, this is a very fuel-efficient car, so I’ve only had to fill it 3 times since I started driving on June 1.

Having a kid takes no particular skill. It just takes fucking and then waiting.

For men, yes. But sometimes – albeit extremely rarely – women also participate in the process of child-bearing. And strange creatures that they are, they just can’t manage to limit their participation in the whole thing to the much more  reasonable fucking and waiting. I know this one broad, and just get this, she is such a drama queen that instead of just fucking and waiting, like a man (i.e. the measure of all things in existence) would do, she had to go get herself gestational hypertension, gestational diabetes, gestational periodontitis, and finally PUPPPS which covered her entire body with suppurating pustules that left scars the idiot will have forever! And all this instead of just fucking and waiting. Totally ridiculous.