Saturday, July 14, 2012

Now THIS is depressing

This was even more depressing to read than Chief Justice Roberts' opinion in the Obamacare fiasco.  Some of the pain:

Why do moms in my generation regress, whether by drugging, cheating, or going out too late and too often?
My new novel, Motherland, is about five New York City parents who act out mid-life through adultery, marijuana or Grindr. The characters are inspired by my neighbors, who seek liberation not through consciousness-raising and EST the way their mothers did, but through Fifty Shades of Grey and body shots. They arrive home from girls' nights at three a.m. on a weeknight and then complain about hangovers at school dropoff. (And this regression is not confined to upscale neighborhoods in New York City—I hear similar stories from friends in Los Feliz, Montclair and Rye.) In flux, jaded by parenthood, confused about work and life, mothers are bored. So we rebel, just like bored adolescents—except adolescents, at least, can say they are acting their age.

Sounds like a whole lot of people who never learned what real happiness is about.  When you travel through life without a road map, you tend to get lost a lot.

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