If you ever find yourself referring to a woman whose husband died on a battlefield as a single mother, you should immediately pour Tabasco sauce into your eyes, because you deserve to weep all the tears I’m certain she has.
Having a child out of wedlock is pretty much the number one thing you can do to fuck up your life. Never, ever assume a divorced woman is some innocent blushing maid cruelly abused by some terrible man. What kind of insecurities plague a woman who thinks getting married to a drug addict is good idea?
Single mothers are bona fide idiots and here is why you should never even consider dating one: First, this is a woman who clearly doesn’t give a shit about her child’s well-being and future prospects.
You can pick up a heroin addiction, drop out of high school, rob a bank or decide to write the great American novel financing yourself on your credit cards. You can go to rehab, get your GED, get parole, and pay off those cards. A modern man doesn’t turn up his nose at a woman with some sexual experience who might have learned a trick or two from previous lovers about what men REALLY like, or more likely, she learned how to FIND OUT, but the majority of men would like to see a NEW sign on her uterus. When a man picks a wife, he wants to know he won’t be competing with some random babydaddy who was there before him. A great wife and mother places the needs and happiness of her husband and children ABOVE her own needs, and in doing so, finds her greatest happiness. But a woman who makes YOU the center of her life is going to be a great wife. Oh, that’s the story she’ll spin for you, because really, what women is going to sit there and say “I’m an unbearably controlling and irrational cunt who made my husband’s life such hell he decided he would rather be a weekend Dad than spend one more second with me”. What kind of delusional self-image does a woman have, if she can fall for a con artist with a gambling habit that would shame Charlie Sheen?
But once you have a child, you cannot take it back. Third, single mothers profoundly misunderstand men. There are few men who are overjoyed to spend their blood, sweat and tears on some other guy’s genetic offspring. A woman who cares so little about her children, her own prospects, and her future husband is NOT going to make a great wife. Oh, and in return, you have to make HER the center of your life. When you meet a divorced single mother, immediately start looking for the flaw. Something that drove another man to pledge his undying love to her, to have and to hold, from this day forth, and then sometime later decide “fuck this shit. Be very cautious around a woman who takes none of the blame for her failed marriage.
We watched her crawl for the first time on the floor of a hotel lobby — while on a magazine assignment for me. Those early stages of dating that are often filled with drunken nights and romantic drifting were pretty much impossible for us. I could also say, “One more pair of socks to pick up and also, um, the will to move my body for, um, sex?! ” It’s not a single mom or working mom or married mom thing — parenting can sometimes feel crazy amazing crazy hard.
Whatever the sacrifices were, we liked what we had. Many times a day — especially now that we all live together in an apartment in Brooklyn — I ask myself, “Am I still a single mom?
Baby to dating to Daddy, everything came out of order.
On occasion, I like to look at Craigslist, which I consider to be one of the great Internet success stories of our time.
You might not be the FIRST man she blames all her problems on, but you sure as hell can be NEXT. On the whole, give single and divorced mothers a pass. Little girls long for daddies as much as little boys. The children of single mothers have already been wounded so deeply by the lack of a father. Lots of love, JB Janet Bloomfield has an undergraduate degree in Film Theory and she has read most historical and current feminist theory. She was banned from Twitter for creating the hashtag #Women Against Feminism, which continues to flourish without her presence.
And for the love of god, if you decide to give one a spin, STAY AWAY FROM THE CHILD. To give them some hope that it might be YOU, and then leave them is unspeakably cruel. You can’t save those little innocents, but you can save them from hurting even more. She has an MBA and a rewarding career as a wife to her husband of 15 years and a mother to their three children.
was over Bloody Marys and fried potatoes at Vinegar Hill House in Brooklyn. We bonded about our New England roots, and delighted in throwback slang, like ‘wicked’ and ‘grinder.’ I insisted he take the leftovers home. Alas, transitioning into a more conventional family structure was about to be one of the hardest decisions of my life. I guess I didn’t belong in that Facebook group anymore. What would it really mean if she started to call him Daddy?