When feminist have babies, they want special privileges. Now even when the DON’T have babies, they want the perks.
That’s right, not having an actual child shouldn’t prevent men from paying for something else for women!
Check out this chick described in the New York Post,
Meghann Foye, 38, was jealous of co-workers clocking out for maternity leave, and decided she needed a break of her own. Here, the author of the novel “Meternity” (Mira, out now), tells The Post’s Anna Davies why she believes every woman deserves mandated “me time.”
I was 31 years old in 2009, and I loved my career. As an editor at a popular magazine, I got to work on big stories, attend cool events, and meet famous celebs all the time.
And yet, after 10 years of working in a job where I was always on deadline, I couldn’t help but feel envious when parents on staff left the office at 6 p.m. to tend to their children, while it was assumed co-workers without kids would stay behind to pick up the slack.
“You know, I need a maternity leave!” I told one of my pregnant friends. She laughed, and we spent the afternoon plotting my escape from my 10-hour days, fake baby bump and all.
Of course, that didn’t happen. But the more I thought about it, the more I came to believe in the value of a “meternity” leave — which is, to me, a sabbatical-like break that allows women and, to a lesser degree, men to shift their focus to the part of their lives that doesn’t revolve around their jobs.
I love the anecdotal reference to men. “To a lesser degree.” Why should men get anything, right?
But the bigger issue is the insult to mothers; women who take their responsibility as the seeds of the earth to the highest level. And particularly those who want to actually BE mothers.
First, they immediately sense the change in their bodies. Then morning sickness comes, as the little human forming, begins to embed itself into its mother’s life-support system. The baby bump, breasts engorge, ankles swell, and many other physiological changes occur. So what you had a boy to die for; not anymore sister!
After, nine months of watching her body reshape itself to accommodate her new passenger, the big day arrives. On the glorious day, the mother’s vagina expands to many times its normal size, so the little being can pass through, OR you get a six inch cut across the abdomen, gutted like a fish to expose the little bundle of joy Liberals call a “burden.”
After that it’s home for the new mom so she can enjoy sleep deprivation, uncontrollable crying, soar nipples, post-partum depression at times, and the realization of all the work it will take to get that body back to 95% of what it once was.
Sure, I can see why a woman who chooses not to have a baby should get the same treatment as those who do.
By the way, Meaghann…”meternity” is a just another word for a fricking VACATION!