Who Cares What Yale Women Want?
by Tricia Shore
Stabinerís latest article in the Los Angeles Times, "What
Yale Women Want," is written to make me feel like a dinosaur.
Not me personally, of course. Iíve never met Ms. Stabiner and sheís
never met me. But she knows my type. You may know it as well, the
type who gives birth and says, "Six weeks with my infant and
then I leave him with someone else all day? Thatís all! Youíve got
to be joking!" And then we work desperately to find a way to
stay with our child all day, to breastfeed, to watch him smile.
Before giving birth, we had no idea weíd feel this way.
does not think too much of us, those who change our mind and our
life after childbirth. She especially seems to eschew those of us
who have an education and choose supposedly to waste our intelligence
on something as trivial as raising a child. Why not hire that responsibility
out, as I would for taking care of my lawn or my pool?
just doesnít understand how I and now, Yale undergraduate women,
think that raising our children ourselves is so important: "The
young women think theyíre doing the right thing for their . . .
children having watched too many of their momsí generation try to
juggle career and family." You think? Sixty percent of 138
Yale women say that they would work part-time or leave their career
to raise their family and Stabiner is freaking out. Iím thinking:
At least the girls know before they give birth! One can easily
see, of course, how this emphasis on raising their own child by
potential moms can mess up even the best-laid plans of the feminists.
got a pretty pessimistic view of those of us who want to be around
our children: "To plot this kind of future, a woman has to
have access to a pool of wealthy potential husbands, she has to
stay married at a time when half of marriages end in divorce, and
she has to ignore the history of the womenís movement." Talking
about the Yale undergrads, she adds that if they "still believe
they can beat the odds, they mustíve slept through statistics. Or
worse, they think theyíre above the fray."
statement reminds me of a time in graduate school when I met an
economics professor mom who was not only smart enough to work
out a plan with her economics professor husband so that one of them
could be with the children and they would never have to use daycare
or a nanny, but she was also smart enough to tell me that she "didnít
want to get a divorce." How dare she defy the odds! How
dare she be above the fray!
the midst of my own divorce at the time, from a marriage in which
there were no children, I began to think that maybe, hearing her
resolve for marriage and distaste for divorce, that she had made
some choices, including that of a mate, that would allow her to
make her statement true. Could it be, I wondered for the first time,
that we have control over our lives, including our marital happiness?
Having been raised in a government-school world, in which we wait
for a teacher to tell us what to do and have no control over anything,
especially our lives, I found this insight to be especially illuminating.
Stabiner, those of us who try to take control of our own lives by
not farming out our children to others seem to confuse "personal
comfort with social progress," she accuses educated moms who
raise our own children as being "in it for me."
had to know that she was opening a proverbial can of worms with
this essay. The trouble is that I think she really began to believe
herself. Call me selfish, and evidently she would, but I think that
bearing and raising children has little to do with personal comfort
and a lot to do with helping society to be the best that it can
be. I donít care that much about social progress per se; letís see
this supposed progress has led us to the Columbine shootings
and serial killers and gangs in almost every government school.
All the better if my children miss out on that kind of social progress.
social progress argument that Stabiner uses reminds me so much of
that socialization question that we homeschoolers are so often asked.
And the answer is pretty much the same interesting to note here
that they both have to do with the word "social" I donít
care if my children are ever socialized and I donít care if they,
or I, participate in social progress as she deems it.
train my sons to be wealthy, though. Evidently, according to Stabiner,
thatís the only kind of guy that a potential mom who wants to raise
her own children can marry. Those of us who are raising our own
children know thatís not always the case; most of the moms I know
who are raising their own children have not married a wealthy man,
but letís pretend: Producing more wealthy sons, of course, is an
argument for less governmental interference in business so that
my sons can achieve wealth freely, without having to navigate governmental
waters; I wonder how Stabiner would feel about that. Wealthy sons
can also be assisted by lower taxes, so that their wealth will not
be eaten by Lochness Leviathan.
Iíd be more than happy to lower my taxes by not subsidizing the
forced governmental education of children. And Iíd be happy to have
a truly free market economy. Then, maybe more moms could afford
to raise their own children.
least I can teach my sons what Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and many
other wealthy fellows learned that you donít need a college
degree to make millions. Now mind you, I can only do this kind of
teaching if I homeschool them, which Iím guessing Ms. Stabiner,
although she mentions nothing of this kind of thing in her article,
would be appalled to know that a well-educated woman such as myself
does. My educated self should make me want to throw my children
to the well-meaning government school wolves and the quicker the
better. Funny, though, I passed the school where my son would have
been attending kindergarten as we walked this morning, looked at
the chain link fence surrounding it; I'm glad that my son has true
freedom to learn all day at home.
talked to a lot of moms who stopped breastfeeding because they had
to return to work. Iíve yet to meet one mom who was that excited
about returning. Among the proletariat, having the luxury of staying
home with your child is something to aspire to. But we certainly
didnít learn that in government high schools.
In my own high school, if you had no penis and dared to take advanced
math and score an A or B average, you were highly encouraged to
go into engineering, whether you cared to be an engineer or not.
Or, I might add, whether or not you had any idea what an engineer
does. Women are still being encouraged to go into the sciences and
I'm wondering, if it's such a wonderful career area, why women can't
figure it out on our own. Why must we have the dangling carrot and
and what happened to being a mother when I was being trained in
the government high school? Home Economics was being phased out;
only the girls who would gasp! want to be mothers
and wives were foolish enough to take that course. The rest of us
took the supposedly more erudite college preparatory courses, whether
we liked them or not; we were counseled that we should. For those
of us who might have thought that we would like to have our own
child one day, we learned that being a mother is just a tiny little
part of our life, something that can be tossed in between our illustrious
career and volunteer work.
I was teaching first-year college English classes in 1999, I remember
the sweet young student who told me, "I just want to be a mom!"
She wondered if it would be okay to write about that kind of ambition
in the journal she kept for our class. I said, "Sure!"
Even before I gave birth myself, it seemed a bit strange to me that
she would feel so much pressure to have a money-making career outside
canít help but think that those Ivy League women are on to something,
though, especially if theyíre marrying rich. For the most part,
my friends and I made more money than the guys we married. If thereís
one thing that Cosmo and other propaganda machines taught
us, it was that this love and career and sex thing is all just a
game; oh yes, and that we must win. So we did!
then we gave birth. Suddenly, it wasnít the game it had been. We
who had thought we would easily return to work, and whoíd made choices
to prove ourselves right, would have given anything to be able to
afford staying with the baby weíd held inside our body for nine
or so months, without worrying about money. But for many of us,
it was too late: weíd bought consumerism and feminism and all the
other isms that weíd been taught. We made more money than our husband!
Besides, we were way too far in debt not to work.
bought Working Mother and read all the articles in mainstream
media that told us how good it was to leave our children all day,
for them and for us. Some women believed that if our little darlings
socialized with other children all day it would be much better than
if they stayed with their own flesh and blood.
began to believe that moms are unqualified to teach our children
the alphabet. Slowly, but surely, we are being taught that a teacher
benefits our children more than we ever can. It becomes much easier
to buy something for our offspring than to teach them something,
much easier to think that seeing our desk at work is more inspirational
to their creativity than sitting down and talking with them for
a few minutes.
some of us are willing to waste all our publicly and privately schooled
knowledge, to chuck the magazine articles, and to handle the ups
and downs of raising our own children; we work at home or work part-time
or negotiate flexible hours or somehow figure out a way to do the
money thing. Weíre not doing all this just to inspire the Yale undergraduates.
Weíre doing it because we like it; and because we realize that being
the biggest and best cog in a corporate or government wheel pales
in comparison to being there when our child has a boo-boo. Despite
what Stabiner thinks of our intelligence, our kids think weíre pretty
Karen. "What Yale Women Want." Los Angeles Times.
Friday, September 23, 2005.
Carolina State University graduate Tricia Shore [send
her mail] is happy with her momly life. She is the Comic
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