Is it me, or does this article sound like the weirdest kind of humble-brag?
Somebody gave this woman a platform to tell a heart-wrenching (I think that's what she was going for) sob story about how she and her husband, through meticulous planning and what sounds like a fuck-load of privilege, achieved everything they ever wanted -- two kids, some dogs, yearly vacations, and shit-damn, even a riding lawn-mower for the beautiful yard that surrounds their dream home -- but somehow, it wasn't enough.
|You're basically Ross. And Ross is the worst.
(Image: Three panels of Chandler and Joey. Captions read "Oh, no. Two women love me. They're both gorgeous and sexy. My wallet's too small for my 50's and my diamond shoes are too tight!")
Don't you understand.. they might have to sell the time-share!
Holy shit. Cry me a damn river.
If I sound bitter, it's because yeah, I am. Because I, too, scrimped and saved and bought thrift store clothes and made a down payment on what was not my dream home, but simply a home, and even I can recognize how damned lucky I am that I have a roof over my head to call my own, even if said roof and attached walls have seemingly been cobbled together with high hopes, salvaged materials and sheer what-the-fuckery.
This article made me angry on a visceral level.
It is quite likely the most obnoxious thing I've ever read.
I almost wonder if we're not being trolled on a grand scale, because really, can someone really lack this much self-awareness, to not realize that there are people who cannot have children at all (instead of merely having to make a choice between a kid and a time-share). Does she not realize the vast numbers of people who lack even a clean, dry place to lay their heads at night?
Does she think these people just didn't plan well enough?
Imagine, living off of canned food for a whole year? Buying consignment clothing? What sacrifice!
|The idea of someone marvelling over eating canned food when there are people who are happy to, you know, eat food, makes me think of this guy. (Image: Old man chained to a wall. Caption reads "Wot I wouldn't give to be spat at in the face!")
Don't get me wrong. There is nothing wrong - morally wrong - with working hard and planning your life out to a tee. I'm also not going to judge people who get hit on the metaphorical head with their biological clock. It happens, and plans change. Wouldn't it be lovely if we all got a national platform to air our grievances when life doesn't *quite* work out how we expected.
Material or maternal, don't martyr yourself over choosing your luxury home over another mouth to feed like it's some massive sacrifice.
Shit or get off the pot, and just be glad you have a pot to piss in.