Alternaparents think they’re cool people raising cool kids — not at all like their boring parents — but Globe and Mail columnist Leah MacLaren suggests they grow up. And shut up about their kids.
. . . all this talk of the importance of punk rock and downing tequila shots between play dates is nothing more than a flimsy excuse to do what self-absorbed parents have always done: Inundate everyone around them with stories about how special and cute their kids are. . . .
Even more tedious than the cute-kid stories (which most of us have come to accept and tolerate) is the alternaparent stance of, “I’m a Dad now — isn’t that ironic?” No. It’s not. I know you partied hard in your 20s. I know you made art your priority. I know you vowed to never sell out by owning a car or a house or any of that bourgeois crap. I can see how surprised you are by your own ability to do a 180 on this position and become the guy in the park with the baby jogger. But guess what? No one else is surprised. You are a mammal. Your job on this planet is to procreate. And no amount of rave-going or ecstasy-dropping was ever going to change that.
Changing a diaper with a Jagermeister hangover is still just changing a diaper.
Words of wisdom, says Rosenblog.
It all reminds me of the Mr. Mom era when every time a man changed a diaper, he wrote a book about it.