Buying shit never made a man happy. I wonder why we allowed women to try it.
Living a decent life with a roof over your head and a structured community is what we wanted.
A man and a woman with kids was a great idea. A stay at home mom was your support crew.
How in the hell did we get here? Were people that stupid that they started to believe they were never happy to begin with?
I read a piece from Patrick T Brown at the National Review titled Leaning Out. In my words, I read that many American women found that working was to the detriment of their families, at least from the monetary angle.
But we don’t value “domestic work” like we like value other types of labor. We don’t value the two parent family and we seem to accept “You Go Girl-ism” although there was nothing wrong with what we did for hundreds of years.
Part of this reality might be explained by the United States’ work-centric culture. The convenient if reductive barometer of material success cues us to value domestic production less than work in the labor force, prompting most women to say they feel at least some social pressure to work. But the flood of “having it all” think pieces, and the mixture of resonance, pride, and guilt many parents feel while reading them, should tell us that the high-flying juggling act isn’t right for everyone.
For what I took from the article; Mr. Brown does mention various tax schemes that might help a few parents “normalize” stay at home moms (SAHM) and that if corporations made incremental changes that didn’t “penalize” returning mothers in the workplace that staying at home might be more acceptable.
But I believe that there is someone out there that will be getting paid to stay unhappy and those people are the ones that keep others feeling guilty. The same people that feed the consumption and advertising cycles. The “gimme-gimmies” and the “I want that’s”. Feeding the “You Go Girl-ism” concept.
Greed isn’t that great. Working the coal mine and walking iron didn’t bring us purpose. Taking care of our families did.
I hope that we notice that our tribe and family means more than lifestyle chasing spending. We are more than trying to impress other money wasting assholes. \
We can mean something again. We can bring back dignity to the father. We can bring back the nurturing aspect of the mother.
When is the jumping off point? Perhaps Today?
Please check out Patrick T Brown’s piece in the March 11, 2019 issue of the National Review. Link below: