Press: Vermilion; New Ed edition (March 1, 2006)
Author Name:Warner, Judith
Manic cake-baking at midnight.
After-school activities and young social lives that require dedicated and complex organisation.
No Nights out.
What's wrong with this picture? That's the question Judith Warner asked herself after taking a good, hard look at the world of modern motherhood, at anxious women at work and in bed with unhappy husbands.
By moving personally between the worlds of stay-at-home and working motherhood, interviewing numerous women and reading and seeing what our popular culture and politicians had to offer on the subject of motherhood in our time, Warner comes to a stark conclusion: that what is now happening in the culture of motherhood is nothing less that perfect madness.
Written in a lively, accessible and often amusing tone, this is a book that all mothers will be able to relate to.
From The New Yorker
In this polemic about contemporary motherhood, Warner argues that the gains of feminism are no match for the frenzied perfectionism of American parenting.
In the absence of any meaningful health, child-care, or educational provisions, martyrdom appears to be the only feasible model for successful maternity—with destructive consequences for both mothers and children.
Comparing this situation with her experiences of child-rearing in France, Warner finds American "hyper-parenting"—pre-school violin and Ritalin on demand—"just plain crazy." The trouble is a culture that, though it places enormous private value on children, neglects them in the arena of public policy.
She is concerned less with sexual politics than with the more pervasive effects of the "winner takes all" mentality, and makes an urgent case for more socially integrated parenthood.
Copyright © 2005 The New Yorker
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With all the opportunities available to modern American women, why does Betty Friedan's Feminine Mystique continue to resonate with so many of them? Writing from the perspective of her first few years of motherhood spent in France and her subsequent return to the U.S., Warner ponders the cultural factors driving the madness of pursuing perfect motherhood and the toll it is taking on American women.
Drawing on books, articles, observations, and interviews with hundreds of women, Warner finds too many well-educated middle-class women succumbing to the guilt, anxiety, and hyper-competitiveness surrounding ideals of motherhood that are often self-imposed.
Instead of focusing energy on changing the culture and laws that do not support women's career ambitions and parenting obligations, women have emphasized self-control, personal achievement, and self-perfection, dooming themselves to endless self-criticism.
Warner explores the social, economic, and cultural developments that have led to this juncture and--given the unlikelihood of turning the U.S.
into as family-friendly a nation as France--how women can reevaluate their priorities and gain balance in their personal lives.
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"'Has got not only mothers talking, but fathers too'.
Helena De Bertodano - The Times"
About the Author
Judith Warner is the author of a range of non-fiction books including the bestselling Hillary Clinton: The Inside Story.
A former special correspondent for Newsweek in Paris, she now lives with her husband and their two daughters in Washington DC.
From The Washington Post
When Judith Warner returned to Washington after several years of living in France, she felt she was a pretty good mother to her two young daughters.
A few months back in the States cured her of that.
Suddenly, she was caught up in the modern American mommy rat race and wondering why on Earth what had been so easy in France was so hard back at home.Friends and acquaintances all seemed fellow sufferers, despite outward appearances.
"They had comfortable homes, two or three children, smiling, productive husbands, and a society around them saying they'd made the best possible choices for their lives," she writes, "yet many of them seemed miserable." Like hers, their unhappiness was "a choking cocktail of guilt and anxiety and resentment and regret," a mixture that is "poisoning motherhood for American women today." Taking a page from Betty Friedan, Warner calls this situation "the Mommy Mystique." (Many of the 150 women Warner interviewed for this book call it merely "this mess.") It's a "culture of total motherhood," she writes, that demands the suppression of mothers' ambitions -- unless those ambitions were directed toward getting Jackson into the best preschool in town or helping Maya score a better grade on her social studies test.
Stay-at-home mothers are made to feel inadequate if they want too much time away from their kids.
Working mothers are giving up on careers, either because the cost of child care proves prohibitive or because they can't tune out the guilt.
Many end up living a souped-up version of a June Cleaver lifestyle, complete with breadwinner dad and PTA-obsessed mother, all the while reassuring themselves that this was their choice.
Their toned-down expectations and low-level resentment manifest themselves in sexless marriages and increased rates of depression.
How did this happen?Warner believes the causes are many.
Our culture's expectation of mothers has always seesawed between warning them to back off from their children (lest they foster wimps) and exhorting them to regard raising children as their life's work.
We're currently in the clutches of the latter ideology, she says, thanks in large part to the prevalence of "attachment parenting" philosophies that lead mothers to believe they must respond instantly to a baby's every need or else doom him to suffer "abandonment issues" for the rest of his life.
We've also bought too much into the therapy culture, Warner says, by intensely parenting our children as a way of curing ourselves of our own childhood wounds.But the biggest culprit in the total-immersion mothering trap, Warner says, isn't the media or our own neuroses.
It's the rise of a winner-take-all society that inordinately rewards the wealthy while throwing scraps to the rest of us.
Today's middle-class parents live anxious lives, worried about job security, the affordability of health care and housing in good school districts, the prospect of paying for their kids' college educations and their own retirement.
With families under such financial stress and little help from the government, it's no wonder mothers are over-focused on their children's success.
After all, in a winner-take-all society, there's no place for the average kid who will become the average grown-up.
In other words, the mania for privatization that drove the Reagan '80s and continues today has finally trickled down to motherhood.
Now, all problems you may have balancing work and family are yours alone.
(Unless, of course, you're a single mother on welfare, Warner points out.
Then the government is happy to meddle in your life.) If you choose to work, it's up to you to find quality day care.
If you choose to forgo the second income and stay home, it's up to you to find a way to afford preschool or a morning out for yourself.
We've come to believe that this way of life is "necessary and natural," Warner writes.
But it wasn't always thus: "Things used to be different in America," she says.
"There used to be structures in place that gave families a certain base level of comfort and security.
Things like dependable public education.
Reliable retirement benefits." In addition: tax codes that provided healthy exemptions to couples with children, low-interest educational loans -- even government-run and -subsidized day care for children whose mothers worked during World War II.The only way out, Warner says, is for mothers to rejoin the political scene and to call for a new "politics of quality of life" that would create institutions to help us care for our children so that we don't have to do it all on our own.
It wouldn't be cheap; Warner estimates that mimicking the French plan for child care and paid leave would increase government spending by $85 billion per year.
(Though not so costly when you consider that Bush's recent tax cuts are costing more than $200 billion per year, she points out.) Modern motherhood is exacting costs, too.
Ann Crittenden's The Price of Motherhood showed how mothers become poor in old age.
With Perfect Madness, Warner convincingly shows the psychological damages.
What more do we need to learn before things change?Reviewed by Stephanie Wilkinson Copyright 2005, The Washington Post Co.
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From the Preface“This Mess”This is a very personal book.It is a snapshot of motherhood - of parenthood, really - as I found it in Washington, D.C., and its suburbs from the fall of 2000 to the summer of 2004.
And although in writing it I made every effort to take my research further--away from the big cities of the East Coast, back in time to the colonial roots of America's cultural history, then forward again to our day--I know that what I have written here is not an encyclopedic overview of Motherhood, Now and Forever.It's not a scholarly history.Neither is it a book of self-help.It's not a book about the work-family conflict.Nor is it about "balance," or the problems of working mothers, or the virtues of stay-at-home motherhood.It does not contain much by way of policy.It will not tell you how to raise your children.It is, rather, an exploration of a feeling.
That caught-by-the-throat feeling so many mothers have today of always doing something wrong.And it's about a conviction I have that this feeling--this widespread, choking cocktail of guilt and anxiety and resentment and regret--is poisioning motherhood for American women today.
Lowering our horizons and limiting our minds.
Sapping energy that we should have for ourselves and our children.
And drowning out thoughts that might lead us, collectively, to formulate solutions.The feeling has many faces but it doesn't really have a name.
It's not depression.
It's not oppression.
It's a mix of things, a kind of too-muchness.
An existential discomfort.
A "mess," as one woman I interviewed called it, for lack of a better word.She wasn't a woman who normally lacked for words.
She was a newspaper editor.
A headline writer.
A professional wordsmith.
And yet, as she sat with me one night, half-buried in a sofa in a circle of moms, she struggled, and stumbled, as she tried to express what it was that made her life feel like it was always about to come apart.None of it made much sense, really, she said.
She was a person lucky enough to have many choices.
In the hope of finding "balance" she'd chosen to scale down her career--working part-time and at night, in order to spend as much time as possible with her nine-year-old daughter.This is the kind of arrangement that mothers are supposed to dream of.
This mom knew she ought to feel blessed.
But somehow, nothing had worked out as planned.
Working nights meant that she was tired all the time, and cranky, and stressed.
And forever annoyed with her husband.
And now--her daughter was after her to get a day job.
It seemed she was finding that having Mom around most of the time wasn't all it was cracked up to be, particularly if Mom was forever on the edge.
So what was she to do?The woman waved her hands in circles, helplessly.
"What I'm trying to figure out--" She paused.
"What I'm trying to remember…;is how I ended up raising this princess…;how I got into…;how to get out of…;this, this, this…;this mess."This mess.The words crackled like lightning in the suburban living room where we'd been sitting since sunset.
It was a Tuesday evening in the winter of 2002, the bath-into-bed-time hour was past, and the moms, out for a night without kids, were exhausted.
The conversation had been moving laboriously, the big issue, Motherhood, lurching heavily across the coffee table like a big medicine ball full of angst.Like the newspaper editor, the other moms didn't feel entitled to complain.
By any objective measure, they had easy lives--kids in good schools, houses in good neighborhoods, dependable husbands whose incomes allowed them to mostly choose what they wanted to do with their time.
Most had chosen to pursue Mommy Track jobs--part-time work, a big cut in ambition and salary.
But they didn't mind that; they knew that that was a privilege.
Still, there was something that bugged them.
It ate away at them.
It cast a pall on all the rest.
What they couldn't make peace with was the feeling that somehow, more globally, they were living Mommy Track lives.Lives filled with knee pads and bake sales and dentist's appointments and car seats.
Lives somehow lesser than those of their full-time working husbands--men who managed, when the kids ran wild in the morning, spilling their Cheerios, and losing their shoes, to lose themselves in the newspaper, fading "into black and white" at the breakfast table, as one mom put it to me, "just like Father Knows Best."The moms' lives were punctuated by boxer shorts on the floor and quilt-making at school, carpooling and play dates and mother-daughter book clubs, and getting in to see the right dentist and worrying about whether they had the wrong pediatrician, and, and, and, layer after layer of trivia and absurdity that sometimes made them feel like they were going out of their heads.Sometimes, a rage seized them that was hard to control.
Sometimes, everything just seemed out of control.
"Living in past, present, and future all at one time," one mom said, "I get overwhelmed.
I get worried about things falling apart."Every three months, they would blow.
Every now and then, their husbands and children knew, they had to leave Mommy alone.
It was a standard part of their family lives.
The "Zen of the boxer shorts," as one mother called it, could only last for so long.And the real problem was--the worst of it all was--it wasn't altogether clear that what they were doing with their lives was actually worthwhile.
The choices and the compromises--when all was said and done, they didn't seem to add up to all that much.
Not to a great sense of achievement.
Not to a great sense of pride.
There was no gratitude from their families, certainly.
Their husbands had started taking a tone.
It sounded like: "This is what I want you to do…;" Their children simply wondered what they did with their time.Their children had almost all of them, and they just wanted more, more, more.
And after years of always trying to give more, give their all, they were coming to realize that more wasn't necessarily right.
But what to do, then?"The children are the center of the household and everything goes around them," said a woman who'd left a prestigious government job working on child-care policy because it allowed her no time with her kids.
"You want to do everything and be everything for them because this is your job now.
You take all the energy and enthusiasm you had in your career and you feel the need to be as successful raising your children as you were in the workplace.
And you can make your kids totally crazy in the process.""And," another stay-at-home mom put in, "the reality is: at the end of the day, you could put your heart in it and it could be all cocked up.
For nothing wrong that you did.
Your kids could wind up a mess, and there's your life's work."There was a problem floating in the room, a problem so big and so strange that the women couldn't quite name it.
It wasn't exactly guilt.
It wasn't exactly stress.
It wasn't exactly anger.
It was all of that and more."…;This mess."Those two simple words were like a code-breaker.
Everything became clear then, and suddenly, the sentences flew."It's like they keep a tally of the did-nots.""I am absolutely and scarily consumed by rage.""I want my kids to think of me not just as doing for them but also as fun.""I think we're making ourselves crazy.""Your kids can end up completely messed up.""Are we neurotic, insecure? What got us to here?"I couldn't answer those questions back then.
I didn't even try.
The fact is: I was put off that night by those smartest-of-the-smart, well-off, and powerful women, with their Washington insider lives.All women should have problems like yours, I found myself thinking.
We all should be so lucky.It was only later, when I stepped back, transcribed the conversation, and read--and read and read--more transcripts and articles and e-mails and books and policy papers, when I stepped back and listened to the cultural conversation on motherhood going on in my home and in theirs and, I believe, in all of ours, that I came to see that, indeed, most women did.
Have problems like theirs.
In varying forms.
And in varying degress, depending on how much money and how much luck and how many real choices they had.
I came to believe that all mothers in America, in differing ways and to different degrees, were caught up in The Mess.
And that's because the climate in which we now mother is, in many ways, just plain crazy.It's not the "fault" of the media.
Or the Christian Right.
Or George W.
Or Phyllis Schlafly.
It's us--this generation of mothers.
And it's the way our culture has groomed and greeted us.
Mixing promise with politics, feminism with "family values," science and sound bites and religion and, above all, fear into a combustible combination that is nothing less than perfect madness
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