One of the complaints about motherhood that the narrator of Katixa Agirre’s novel Mothers Don’t makes has to do with taking her baby out for a walk in a stroller. She feels terribly aggrieved by having to do it. There are several pages of intense whining in the book about how the stroller limits her movements and prevents her from spending enough time admiring her appearance in the windows of the shops she passes by.
This is curious to me because taking my baby out in a stroller was the most intensely enjoyable experience of my entire life. I’m eagerly anticipating grandchildren to repeat the experience. It was like meditation times a million. I felt the most intense calm. It was incredible.
This is not to say that I’m not neoliberalized. I might be more neoliberal than Agirre’s character. She’s not doing neoliberalism right, is what I’m saying.
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