Also, while I certainly agree that women/mothers are generally expected to achieve and maintain a higher level of willing sacrifice than are men/fathers, I think the point of the question ("But when does airing familial dirty laundry cross the line between art and mass destruction?") is less about mothers than it is about People-responsible-for-children -- i.e.: aren't the lovely people over at Gawker pretty harsh about old what's-his-name, the guy who writes about his son all the time? "Cool Dad" or something?
I have written about my kids, in personal essays, mostly in dailies but also in the (argh) parenting press, and so I guess I think it's ok. What I tend to do in this part of my work is take something small and find the place where it applies to a bunch of us -- concern over my daughter's future sense of self, or my son's occasional interest in "girly" things -- and write about that broader issue, but from my personal perspective. I try to be respectful of their privacy, there are a couple of pieces that I chose not to run at all rather than place in an outlet the publishes in our general vicinity, and I don't think that I would ever write anything hurtful (annoying, sure; hurtful, no). I think the public discussion of our lives and shared concerns is important, and I think that writing of this kind can contribute something very valuable.
Having said that, I also think that there's a constant struggle in American society between how much we owe ourselves as individuals, and how much we owe our communities, and I honestly think that there can't be one answer to this question. Everyone of us has to negotiate this kind of balancing act almost everyday, and given that in this particular case, you're talking about one of the most intimate relationships on earth, surely the answer depends in no small part on the people in question.
Also, when I've written about other people's stuff (the death of a friend's son, for instance), I've asked permission. It just seems fair. Writing fiction/being inspired is one thing, but if you write nonfiction, even if you hide names and details, etc, people have a right to their own stories. I think if someone had ever asked to see what I'd written first, I would have chosen instead not to write it. But it seems like that initial permission is theirs to give.
@ellaesther: But why is it important? I'm genuinely interested.
I can see that it might have value to future social historians but a large part of me thinks that the problem with journalism today is that so much of it is personal to the extent that the actual trade of journalism, the idea of impartial reporting, of talking to people who deserve to have their voices heard because they are denied one, is forgotten in the clamour of journalists who think the first person is the answer to everything.
And that's fine but I have to admit in a 12 year career in journalism I have written one I piece and I was deeply uncomfortable about even doing that.
Everyone experiences things in different ways and I don't know that filtering non fiction through your own experiences clarifies a situation or obscures it still further.
@emilyanne: As someone who often writes personal pieces or fiction with a personal slant, I actually couldn't agree with you more :) There is certainly something lost when journalism collides with personal writing. I think both are good and both should exist, but when you have a journalist who most often reports objectively on subjects other than him/herself suddenly write something so personal, it is hard not to see that personal statement as some kind of declaration that this experience should be read as an objective assessment of the problem/issue that is being addressed.
True journalism is a very different skill set, I think. I'm not sure they should be combined. It seems like journalism has drifted completely into the sphere of "opinion"
@30RocksMySocks: exactly and it really depresses me. I think well-written non fiction, memoirs or longer personal pieces plus personal fiction are wonderful to read and often illuminating but the papers, particularly the British papers these days are filled with nothing but personal opinion as though a writer's personal experience validates her thesis and there's no need for more work.
@ellaesther: ps the above doesn't refer to you though - parenting pieces are an occasion where I do think that personal experience filtered through can be informative.
@emilyanne: Well, I guess the first thing is to differentiate between essays and reporting. Back when I was a reporter, I was as hardnosed as a person could be, and removed myself from the equation as much as humanly possible. As one should, no argument. So, essays are a different form.
So, why do I think it's important? I'm not entirely sure how to verbalize it, but I think that it's because people find a way into troubling issues better when they can find a way to relate to it. One thing I try to be very conscious of is "Do I want to write about this because it fascinates me? Or does it have greater resonance?" If it's just naval gazing, I try to keep it in my head rather than on the page.
Also, I have consistently gotten really positive responses to this writing, which tells me that some people find it meaningful. But, I will also say that I (of course) don't hear from people who see the headline and say "Oh god, another self-absorbed idiot. Next!" So, I guess that's where I also think that there is room for a lot of different kinds of writing.
Having said allllll that, I have never written just personal essays. That would drive me nuts (I don't even fascinate my*self* that much). My commentary writing has covered all manner of larger social ills, sometimes with a personal twist (one that ran several places opened: "I've had an abortion. Have you?"), but only if the personal twist worked in making the story more visceral, more accessible.
And finally, having said all THAT, all of this is moot, as I've pret' near given up that kind of writing all together, in the face of print media's death rattle. So it goes.
@ellaesther: thanks for a really interesting reply, I didn't mean to imply that I found all personal journalism self-indulgent merely that it concerned me that even in interviews with other people journalists increasingly insert themselves into the copy.
I don't need to know what so and so personally thought of such and such a celebrity, show me in the copy what they are like, don't tell me. It's just lazy.
Personal pieces are of course different to that and I agree there is a place for using the personal to help illuminate troubling issues, it's just that I feel that Ayelet Waldman doesn't so much illuminate her story as bludgeon it to death with a large torch named ego.
God only knows what I am going to do in the face of print media's death rattle. All suggestions are welcome...
This might be beating a dead horse, re: the Modern Love article, but I never read it until just now. I thought it was a pretty fucking weird thing to write. I recognize and respect that each woman has a different experience of motherhood, and of course we are all entitled to our own feelings, but no one is required to RANK their respective love for their family members. Naturally your love for your partner is different to your love for your children - you don't want to have sex with your children! But this is a difference is quality, not quantity. I find it horrifying that a mother would tell her children (and publishing in the NYT means they will inevitably read this) that she loves them less than she does her husband. I find it equally horrifying when I hear about parents who tell one of their children they love them more than the others. Why would you say that? Telling someone you love them "less than..." is just the same old manipulative bullshit - it's not a feminist statement to purposely hurt someone.
The part where she imagined life if her children died really creeped me out, and makes me wonder about PPD.
I'm not sure why this bothers me so much, since I don't subscribe to the cult of perfect selfless motherhood. I guess what offends me is this idea that you husband and your children are in competition for a finite amount of your love (what is an "amount" of love, anyway?) - why can't you love them equally in different ways?
@allibot: well quite. There are times when I love my brother more than my sister and my dad more than my mum and vice versa. There's no such thing as perfect selfless motherhood, it's just a creepy concept. I love my husband and my daughter in different and ever changing ways.
When people talk about loving their husband more than their children, I think they are kind of dumb. You love them with different kinds of love. It is like saying you love your husband more than your dad. Just a different love. They are not even measurable in the same way, if love can be measured.
I remember the woman saying if my children died, I would be devestated. But when my husband dies, I will be completely inconsolable. That is just kind of stupid to me.
@badmutha: I have been in a long-term relationship with the brother of one of my good friends. Well, former good friend. We have drifted apart quite substantially in no small part because of her weird need to be the one that her brother loves the most. She had this insistent need to prove that she knew him better and loved him more than me. I could not seem to explain to her that I was not usurping her role in his life. He loves us both, in very different ways. Some people just don't seem to get that love is different for every person. You certainly don't love a romantic partner the way you love a sibling and you don't love your children the way you love a spouse.
I find this view of parenthood to be more and more the norm in our "child-centric" suburban culture. I have never felt that by having a child I signed off on my own life. Having a child is one of countless experiences I have had during my time on this earth, but my being a parent does not define me.
@PatienceCragus: absolutely. I don't really understand it at all.
I love my daughter dearly but I'd be lying if I said that I had to redefine my entire life around her, hell, I work around her as I can't afford childcare.
I like to think that this parenting style where she plays at my feet, looks at books, destroys my dvd collection and occasionally brings me things to read or examine while I write articles is a throwback to a less obsessive age of parenting but it probably just means I'm a bad mother.
@PhDork: to be honest I was always rubbish at being tidy, baking, sewing, art and any form of crafts, so my chances of being a fiftiesthrowback hands on mummy were always pretty minimal.
I have been there. I found a note on my dad's desk one day that was pretty clearly a goodbye note, apology and everything. Yeah, it hurt alot. I was just a teen, and I was scared and sad and didn't know what to do or how I could help. But I'm okay, it didn't kill me (or him), and now that I am an adult we talk about our emotional health. He has promised that he will not kill himself, that he does not actually want to die, and that he will ask for help when he gets to feeling that way. Sometimes it sucks to be an emotional support person to your own parent, but I'd rather put in the time than lose my dad. Depression runs in my family, on both sides. It is a fact. It hurts way more people to NOT talk about it than to be open and honest.
@AuntieBee: I'm so happy to hear that you are supporting and working through this with your dad. Everyone deserves life and he is very lucky to have such a supportive and loving family member. My boyfriend lost his father to suicide when he was only six years old. The fallout of that one fateful decision has been with him his whole life.
Regardless of how one feels about Ayelet Waldman's "bad mommy" issues - and also putting aside her annoying habit of casually name-dropping her famous husband in every single piece she writes - she is just an unpleasant person. She lives in Berkeley (in what she calls a "Craftsman cottage" but is really a huge, multi-million dollar Craftsman style home on a beautiful, expensive street), where I was subjected to hours and hours of her self-centered, defensive, and arrogant ramblings. She's definitely one of those people who is more interesting on paper than in person.
@emilyanne: Ayelet is a Hebrew name, and (without wishing to sound snarky about it, honestly) is actually quite lovely. In Hebrew, I guess.
Also, I can appreciate that TrixieFirecracker doesn't like the woman, but I can't help but think that some people think that I'm an arrogant, self-deluding danger to the Jewish people (because of how I live my life and work) and others think I'm brave and selfless (because of how I live my life and work) -- I'm neither, but I would hate to see only the former have their say.
@ellaesther: oh absolutely -sorry as I noted before it's entirely my ignorance and I really shouldn't snark on people's names it's just that it always reminds me of eyelet and thus makes me think of socks.
When I was growing up my mother, a narcissist whom I now love dearly (and live several hundred miles away from), threatened to kill herself about once a month. It was so melodramatic and over the top - she wanted to go like Virginia Wolff with rocks in her pockets, throwing herself into the sea - that it got really boring.
Parents should be careful about letting their children know how miserable they are. One reaction is to want to save the parent, and the other is to be embarrassed about all that emotion, especially if it's really manipulative. I hated it.
@alexsim: My mother doesn't threaten suicide as much as she talks about wishing she was dead and that if she could, she would, etc.; she's severely clinically depressed and has done this for as long as I can remember. (Yeah, she's medicated. It helps marginally.)
As a depression sufferer myself, I do understand what it is to be sick. But I also think people tend to overlook that the sickness can manifest itself in very selfish, manipulative ways that can be very hurtful and frustrating to swallow.
Plenty of asshole fathers have written memoirs with hurtful things in them. But mothers are the Supergoddess Protectors of All That is Good and Right With the World Including Bunny Rabbits and Sweet Baby Hugs, right? Even if they are longtime, career, published confessional writers. So they should just shut up.
I kind of thought loving children more than your spouse was at the root of a lot of marital problems. Not that it's an either/or situation at all, but when you neglect your marriage for your children, it's not healthy for anyone.
I don't think you should TELL you children you love their father more than you love them, not while they're still in your care, but honestly, if my mom told me, now that I'm an adult, "I'm crazy about you kids, but I love your father even more," I would think it was really sweet. They raised me fore 18 years, and then I'm off, but they're each other's partner for life. I want them to be with the loves of their lives forever, not just until they head to college.
@exelizabeth: I agree. I think that love isn't really comparative and that, obviously, the love someone has for their child is very different than the love someone has for their spouse, especially involving the difference between loving someone who is your flesh and blood and loving someone who was once a stranger.
Growing up witnessing paramount love is a really great example and, in all likelihood, a warm environment for children to feel safe and nurtured. I definitely wouldn't be offended to hear that my mom or dad loved each other more than they loved me and my brother, as long as it wasn't each other, then the dog, then the cottage, then the toaster, then me.
My grandfather was a writer and I can't read the sex scenes in any of his books.
As a child (and grandchild) there are certain things that I wouldn't want my older relatives to write.
But I also know that I'm also going to have decendents at some point - and I'll probably put my own needs above theirs at some point in the desire to write - so I guess I just have to get over the judgement.
Since my mother has constructed her own reality I would be very wary of anything she chose to write. At one recent family gathering, I was sitting at a table with my uncle, his wife and my mother. My mother looked around the table and said, "I guess this a table for all the people without children. Oh, except you, Madame O."
I said, "Mom, you have SIX children!"
"Hmm, I forget that at times."
Not to mention all the other large chunks of our shared history she has forgotten, so no thanks, unless it was classified as fiction.
That said, everyone is entitled to write about their lives as they remember them, regardless if one loves their husband, children or others more or less than other members of their family circle. I still want to write a book with my siblings about our growing up, as we have such different memories and experiences.
This is why I don't think I could ever be a Mother. If I couldn't freely express what was going on in my fucked-up head because my child might one day see it, I'd feel so stifled. Then again, I was raised by a Mother who told me everything; I was in 5th grade when she told me she had an abortion when she was younger and that her boyfriend died in her arms of an OD.
@The Queen of No: There is a lot of room between those two extremes.
I feel it is a matter of maturity of the kids and it develops with your relationship.
Basically, if you operate from a mode of responsibility and love--you will know when, where and how much to share. Or you will make a mistake, and you will apologize. Kids need to learn that their moms make mistakes, but that they still love them.
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Having said that, I also think that there's a constant struggle in American society between how much we owe ourselves as individuals, and how much we owe our communities, and I honestly think that there can't be one answer to this question. Everyone of us has to negotiate this kind of balancing act almost everyday, and given that in this particular case, you're talking about one of the most intimate relationships on earth, surely the answer depends in no small part on the people in question.
Also, when I've written about other people's stuff (the death of a friend's son, for instance), I've asked permission. It just seems fair. Writing fiction/being inspired is one thing, but if you write nonfiction, even if you hide names and details, etc, people have a right to their own stories. I think if someone had ever asked to see what I'd written first, I would have chosen instead not to write it. But it seems like that initial permission is theirs to give.
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I can see that it might have value to future social historians but a large part of me thinks that the problem with journalism today is that so much of it is personal to the extent that the actual trade of journalism, the idea of impartial reporting, of talking to people who deserve to have their voices heard because they are denied one, is forgotten in the clamour of journalists who think the first person is the answer to everything.
And that's fine but I have to admit in a 12 year career in journalism I have written one I piece and I was deeply uncomfortable about even doing that.
Everyone experiences things in different ways and I don't know that filtering non fiction through your own experiences clarifies a situation or obscures it still further.
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True journalism is a very different skill set, I think. I'm not sure they should be combined. It seems like journalism has drifted completely into the sphere of "opinion"
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@ellaesther: ps the above doesn't refer to you though - parenting pieces are an occasion where I do think that personal experience filtered through can be informative.
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So, why do I think it's important? I'm not entirely sure how to verbalize it, but I think that it's because people find a way into troubling issues better when they can find a way to relate to it. One thing I try to be very conscious of is "Do I want to write about this because it fascinates me? Or does it have greater resonance?" If it's just naval gazing, I try to keep it in my head rather than on the page.
Also, I have consistently gotten really positive responses to this writing, which tells me that some people find it meaningful. But, I will also say that I (of course) don't hear from people who see the headline and say "Oh god, another self-absorbed idiot. Next!" So, I guess that's where I also think that there is room for a lot of different kinds of writing.
Having said allllll that, I have never written just personal essays. That would drive me nuts (I don't even fascinate my*self* that much). My commentary writing has covered all manner of larger social ills, sometimes with a personal twist (one that ran several places opened: "I've had an abortion. Have you?"), but only if the personal twist worked in making the story more visceral, more accessible.
And finally, having said all THAT, all of this is moot, as I've pret' near given up that kind of writing all together, in the face of print media's death rattle. So it goes.
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I don't need to know what so and so personally thought of such and such a celebrity, show me in the copy what they are like, don't tell me. It's just lazy.
Personal pieces are of course different to that and I agree there is a place for using the personal to help illuminate troubling issues, it's just that I feel that Ayelet Waldman doesn't so much illuminate her story as bludgeon it to death with a large torch named ego.
God only knows what I am going to do in the face of print media's death rattle. All suggestions are welcome...
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The part where she imagined life if her children died really creeped me out, and makes me wonder about PPD.
I'm not sure why this bothers me so much, since I don't subscribe to the cult of perfect selfless motherhood. I guess what offends me is this idea that you husband and your children are in competition for a finite amount of your love (what is an "amount" of love, anyway?) - why can't you love them equally in different ways?
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I remember the woman saying if my children died, I would be devestated. But when my husband dies, I will be completely inconsolable. That is just kind of stupid to me.
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I love my daughter dearly but I'd be lying if I said that I had to redefine my entire life around her, hell, I work around her as I can't afford childcare.
I like to think that this parenting style where she plays at my feet, looks at books, destroys my dvd collection and occasionally brings me things to read or examine while I write articles is a throwback to a less obsessive age of parenting but it probably just means I'm a bad mother.
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Yeah, it hurt alot. I was just a teen, and I was scared and sad and didn't know what to do or how I could help. But I'm okay, it didn't kill me (or him), and now that I am an adult we talk about our emotional health. He has promised that he will not kill himself, that he does not actually want to die, and that he will ask for help when he gets to feeling that way.
Sometimes it sucks to be an emotional support person to your own parent, but I'd rather put in the time than lose my dad.
Depression runs in my family, on both sides. It is a fact. It hurts way more people to NOT talk about it than to be open and honest.
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Also, I can appreciate that TrixieFirecracker doesn't like the woman, but I can't help but think that some people think that I'm an arrogant, self-deluding danger to the Jewish people (because of how I live my life and work) and others think I'm brave and selfless (because of how I live my life and work) -- I'm neither, but I would hate to see only the former have their say.
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Or maybe I'm just making excuses because I fear rejection.
Or maybe I am personally rejecting writing stuff about my childhood.
Or maybe everyone is co rejecting....
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Parents should be careful about letting their children know how miserable they are. One reaction is to want to save the parent, and the other is to be embarrassed about all that emotion, especially if it's really manipulative. I hated it.
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As a depression sufferer myself, I do understand what it is to be sick. But I also think people tend to overlook that the sickness can manifest itself in very selfish, manipulative ways that can be very hurtful and frustrating to swallow.
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I don't think you should TELL you children you love their father more than you love them, not while they're still in your care, but honestly, if my mom told me, now that I'm an adult, "I'm crazy about you kids, but I love your father even more," I would think it was really sweet. They raised me fore 18 years, and then I'm off, but they're each other's partner for life. I want them to be with the loves of their lives forever, not just until they head to college.
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Growing up witnessing paramount love is a really great example and, in all likelihood, a warm environment for children to feel safe and nurtured. I definitely wouldn't be offended to hear that my mom or dad loved each other more than they loved me and my brother, as long as it wasn't each other, then the dog, then the cottage, then the toaster, then me.
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"But, honey, the toaster has a self-timer, do you?"
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My parents have a great marriage but it was never a question that we were loved more by them than they loved each other.
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As a child (and grandchild) there are certain things that I wouldn't want my older relatives to write.
But I also know that I'm also going to have decendents at some point - and I'll probably put my own needs above theirs at some point in the desire to write - so I guess I just have to get over the judgement.
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I said, "Mom, you have SIX children!"
"Hmm, I forget that at times."
Not to mention all the other large chunks of our shared history she has forgotten, so no thanks, unless it was classified as fiction.
That said, everyone is entitled to write about their lives as they remember them, regardless if one loves their husband, children or others more or less than other members of their family circle. I still want to write a book with my siblings about our growing up, as we have such different memories and experiences.
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I feel it is a matter of maturity of the kids and it develops with your relationship.
Basically, if you operate from a mode of responsibility and love--you will know when, where and how much to share. Or you will make a mistake, and you will apologize. Kids need to learn that their moms make mistakes, but that they still love them.
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