Came across an old ID card of mine from about 15 years ago and was struck dumb by my hair. What was I thinking! It looked like a ground hog had died and been buried on my head -- all swirls and waves and curls. Absolutely hideous. I must have thought I looked great, or I would not have left the house.
There is a new TV series called "Teen Mom" and if ever there was a way to scare teenaged girls straight out of the back seat of a car, this is the show! It follows the dismal life of teen girls who have made the dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb decision to have a baby and keep it. All of them are weeping testimonials as to what a dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb idea it all was. There they are, absolutely stuck at 15. And the boyfriends (I wonder how some of them were even old enough to have done the deed) are usually long gone. Most of them got pregnant to keep their boyfriends. Duh! If ever there was a reason for a guy to hit the road it's a pregnant girlfriend.
Ties into an article I read this morning about studies that show that, guess what, working mothers who put their children in daycare in the first year of life and go back to work don't have screwed up, unhappy offspring afterall. At least no more so than mothers who stay at home. Well, yeah, teenaged mothers in the projects on welfare are probably not the most stimulating parents on the planet. The teenaged mothers in the show I watched are not really Sesame Street mummies, brimming with creative water play moments and trips to the library for story time, all the while drilling their urchins with alphabetic flash cards and classical music. No, these girls can't wait to get out to the bars to get away from their drooling burdens and find a new boyfriend. So pathetic.
Apparently, mothers who have a partner and go back to work are, well, happier. No kidding. And being happier and more prosperous makes them, well, better mummies. I'll drink to that.
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