Breaking the Silence

Figuring It Out One Day At a Time

Pamela Tsigdinos

Pamela Tsigdinos
Location
Bay Area, California,
Birthday
June 12
Bio
I'm left-handed, six feet tall, and I like broccoli but not cauliflower. I'm Michigander by birth, Californian by choice. Oh, yeah, and I'm infertile. There. I said it. Now you'll understand how living in an era of designer babies and helicopter parents served up loads of material for my book, Silent Sorority (http://www.silentsorority.com). When I'm not working with startups in Silicon Valley, I'm a forty-something writer exploring ideas and society's norms. At the keyboard is where I am most relaxed. So join me here as I try to be less type A and maybe figure a few things out....

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DECEMBER 2, 2009 11:08AM

No, You Suck More

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 MSNBC vs. FOX?

McFields vs. the McCoys?

Red States vs. Blue States? 

Nope.  This rumble concerns parents vs. non-parents. And, even more ironic? The cornucopia of criticism came just in time for the holidays. 

That I've never been a card-carrying member of either of the two opposing tribes  -- those who "parent" by choice and those who don't -- may well play into my fascination with how these two groups think and operate.  I've spent a good part of my life observing and wondering what drives the extreme opinions in each faction.  I'm equally fascinated with how and why these opposing forces tear each other down. What prompts the fights? Is it dogma? Insecurity? Self-righteousness? A short fuse?

(Disclosure: I  tried to have children but couldn't so for me discussions about "choosing" to parent or not are moot.  I also admit to taking potshots at those who have children but seem oblivious to the responsibility of boundary-setting and/or common courtesy. Courtesy in general seems to be in short supply these days.)

Non-parents by chance, singles included, get caught in the battles between the two more vocal camps.  Because I'm married without children I typically get "assigned" by parents to the Child Free By Choice contingent (no kids? must be selfish).  The CFBC camp  is not nearly as organized nor does it get doesn't nearly as much attention -- marketing, media or policy wise --  as the parenting community, but they do show up with their guns loaded when provoked. 

By far, more attention in recent years has been focused on the parenting community -- whether it's the helicopter parents or the  "warring" sub-groups of the mom tribe -- the stay at home vs. working mother conflicts (chronicled in Mommy Wars).  They and their comrades in arms (dads) unify when necessary against non-parents. 

That proved to be the case recently following a blog post, "Everyone Hates Mommies," on Salon.com.  The article created  quite a dustup and led to still more introspection and commentary mostly in online women's communities.  Frankly, the guys were more interested in Charlie Weis and how soon he'd be fired as Notre Dame's football coach.

In monitoring and, at times, partaking in the Everybody Hates Mommie-initiated conversations that followed I was not entirely surprised to see the daggers and shields come out.  By and large the hardcore types on both sides had the most, mmm, how shall we say, colorful disagreements. 

Mom: "The childfree nastygram brigade came out snarking in force. They have nothing better to do between their 8 PM dinner and their latenight martinis while we were putting our kids to bed."

Firing back...

CFBC:  Jealous? Mmm... martinis!

It got uglier from there. There was the usual "your life has no meaning" attack from parents. The return fire: "why are you and your progeny consuming so many precious natural resources?"

Word grenades were flying.  It was so predictable I could have almost written all 561 comments myself.  On the big score board parents have numbers, the perceived moral high ground and, hence, the upper hand, but the childfree by choice types punched back pretty hard.

Buried in the barrage of putdowns were less  inflammatory but no less important  comments from non-parents by chance. We're often overlooked in the mud-slinging. We're not nearly as in your face -- perhaps we need to take it up a notch? -- but we take umbrage at being devalued:

 "I can't tell you how many times I've heard it expressed that those without kids ... don't have as much compassion, or wouldn't understand about 'being caring.' It's sickening, it's hurtful ..."

or irresponsible:

 "Those who have never had kids have a somewhat self-centered view of  the world, and this 'me-ness' is both obvious and hidden. It is also laughable, because in a certain sense, until you have taken care of someone else, you are not fully an adult."

From this single person (and her single brother) who have never had kids but are caring for their elderly parents, here's a exceedingly polite, "Screw you."

 or rendered incapable of calling a foul:

"Back when I was a kid (60s-70s), if I was acting up, any adult who thought I was bugging them told me so. "Kid, you're bothering me. Go somewhere else." Now, strangers are not allowed to talk to children at all, at the risk of having the cops called. So... they complain to the mothers. And about the mothers.

"Pulling back from the children belong to everyone in the community has had a cost. And mothers are bearing it. And strollers are too goddamn big."

Fortunately, there were signs we might one day reach a detente with cooler heads prevailing  and maybe even a concession or two. A self-described childless women made this insightful observation:

"Where parenthood was expected and almost universal in the past, now it is seen as a choice, and therefore, if you aren't doing it right (in the eyes of those judging you), you must be a real loser. If you choose to sacrifice a second income and stay home, that makes parenthood all the more important. After all, if you make that sacrifice and you aren't doing everything possible to enrich your child's every moment and you aren't just loving every bit of it, what are you doing? Why don't you just go to work, then? Meanwhile, parents who are at work and who have to drop their kids off at daycare every day are determined to prove that they, too, are great parents. They try to keep up with the stay-at-home people and the stay-at-homes up the ante and soon parenthood becomes this incredibly competitive and complex thing."

And a mother pointed out:

"I LOVE my children but that does not mean you have to.  I take my children to restaurants with the intention of eating with them that does not mean the guy at the table next to me did.  Same with your kid.  I did not come out to eat with your kid keep him at your table. Not under mine, not at my chair, not standing in the booth picking in my hair."

Do I see a white flag?

~~~~~

Pamela Mahoney Tsigdinos is the author of Silent Sorority: A (Barren) Woman Gets Busy, Angry, Lost and Found.

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I think there are a lot of people on both sides of the fence who are able to see the world past the tips of their own noses and recognize that other people do matter.

I've said it a million times: just because I think sunshine spills out of my kid's ass doesn't mean that everyone else does! Boundaries matter. Comportment matters. Manners matter.

But what you've described in the wars above is the outgrowth of the snowflake syndrome. Every person, every kid is a special, unique snowflake entitled to unearned adulation and excess simply for existing.

I'll tell you what. My kid is adorable, smart, and can be as charming as hell when she wants to be, but she's no freaking snowflake. She's a tiny member of society who will learn, as many have not, that it's not all about her all the time.
I'm still at that fortunate place where I'm newly married and considered by many too young to have children, so I haven't been subjected to many of these. But my jaw never ceases to hang open at the vitriol spewed.
I confess that before having kids, I didn't care a lick for them. Your center of gravity changes when life changes (or you choose to change it). But I wish people would shut up and mind their own beeswax and/or consumption of world resources. I'd say: Hey, do you, in your singleness, drive a car? eat meat? recycle? And I tend to agree with sentiment: "They have nothing better to do between their 8 PM dinner and their latenight martinis while we were putting our kids to bed." ...at least, I know that was what it was like for me and my single friends when I was single, except we were too self-involved to even notice kids.