A disturbing trend has emerged in online commentary: confessions of parent regret.
Parents are writing about how they hate being parents, and there’s a growing readership for this petty schadenfreude. I presume there’s some small pleasure for readers, specifically those who chose not to have a family, because they can say to themselves, “I made the right decision, sparing myself their rancid domesticity!”
These self-serving parents complain about raising kids; they complain about how they don’t have the time to do the things that they want. They fantasize about the kind of lives they could have had if they never had kids.
Most of the time, the articles come from women. This sad pattern makes sense, since third-wave feminism has taught women to see themselves as perennial victims. When hardship of any type emerges, they quickly blame the husband, the boss, or the kids for their woes.
Not once does it occur to them to check their own attitudes and develop gratitude for the life they have and the lives they have created. They have been conditioned by college, media, and corporate culture to look out for the “girl boss” first and forget the family.
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