Lileks Ate My Brain, Part II
I hate James Lileks. Once again, he ate my brain.
I was emailed a link to this story last night. It's all about the poor, overextended super mommies who think that society isn't doing enough to help them raise their children so the mommies end up exhausted failures.
I had a whole post planned out. I recited it to myself eagerly in the shower this morning. And then I get to the computer, check the Bleat as I do every morning, and see that James has once again used the magical bendy straw to suck an idea out of my head.
It's just as well. I am in the midst of writing a comedic novel about mothers just like that. It's all based on my experiences with the Perfect Parenting People. I'm up to chapter five and I think I'll just go ahead and model the stay-at-home dad who appears in this chapter after James. Sans witty repartee and matchbook covers.
And now, I must go in search of a new blog topic for this morning.
[Update: I decided to go ahead and write it, but it won't be ready until tomorrow morning, at which point you'll all have lost interest in the topic, anyhow.]