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 MMO: When 
              you describe your feelings about your first pregnancy, you admit your decision to become a mother was influenced, if only subconsciously, 
              by a desire to improve the quality of your life for your own sake— 
              that being pregnant motivated you to make some positive changes. 
              On the other hand, you write about the selective “self-destruction” 
              that is culturally mandated for mothers— that the type of 
              self-sacrifice required to live up to the ideal of the “good” 
              mother can be understood as a form of self-annihilation. Can you 
              say more about this? 
            Faulkner 
              Fox: I actually think that pregnancy— and only with a first child— 
                is somewhat of an anomaly in terms of the mothering experience. 
                It’s the only time when what is good for you is also unquestionably 
                good for the soon-to-be child. It’s good for the baby if you 
                eat well, it’s good for the baby if you take a nap. When you’re 
                a mother, it arguably may not be— at least not in the immediate 
                moment. Should you take a nap while your hungry child screams? Many 
                would say that you should not. Pregnancy books all focus on resting 
                and eating well because it’s good for the baby. If a woman 
                learns to be good to herself while pregnant, this lesson won’t 
                necessarily carry over. Once the child is born, she doesn’t 
                have to be well rested. That’s the thought process, at least. 
                A thought that can lead to a harrowing level of selflessness among 
                mothers, in my opinion. 
            MMO: The narrative of Dispatches from a Not-So-Perfect Life is almost entirely free of descriptions of the daily unpleasantries 
              of parenting— the raging tantrums in public places, the relentless 
              muck and mire of spilled food and body waste, the bargaining, trickery 
              and outright bribery that goes into conforming children’s 
              behavior to the parental agenda, the bloody sibling-on-sibling combat. 
              The retelling of these typical slices-of-maternal-life seems to 
              be the foundation for a particular kind of shared understanding 
              of motherhood— one that gives mothers an opportunity to voice 
              their discontent without forcing them to examine the way social 
              and cultural factors constrain their personal experience of motherhood. 
              How deliberate was your intention to frame your book in a different 
              way?  
            Faulkner 
              Fox: Completely 
                deliberate. First of all, there are quite a few books that focus 
                on the daily hassles of motherhood. It didn’t seem all that 
                pressing that I write another one. And to be honest, the daily hassles 
                are not as interesting to me as the social and cultural factors 
                that constrain mothers. As you point out, a description of a child’s 
                tantrum, by itself, doesn’t lead to cultural critique or social 
                change, both of which I believe desperately need to happen on the 
                behalf of mothers. I didn’t have any interest in writing a 
                frenzied mama book, a book along the lines of: “oh no, the 
                baby just pooped, the dog is barking, the phone is ringing, and 
                here comes the plumber!” 
            While my example, perhaps, 
              is an unfair caricature— there are distinctions, after all, 
              among slice-of-maternal-life books— I do tend to find these 
              books troublesome. First of all, they typically normalize the fact 
              of mom in charge; she’s the one running the home ship through 
              dicey, chaotic waters. Where the heck is dad, I always wonder when 
              reading one of these tales, if it’s by a married mother. Am 
              I the only one who thinks he should get home and do his share? Funny 
              and seemingly empathetic as these books may be, they actually serve 
              to distract the reader from looking at larger structural wrongs 
              that make a mother’s life difficult. 
            In Dispatches, 
              I use the daily hassles of motherhood as context. My take on new 
              motherhood is basically this: It’s a time when you’re 
              likely to be incredibly challenged, overwhelmed, and sleep-deprived. 
              In a way, there’s no worse time to level a bunch of blame 
              and guilt on a woman. And yet this, in my opinion, is precisely 
              what our culture does. It kicks us when we’re down, so to 
              speak. I simply wasn’t as interested, as a writer, in the 
              “being down” as I was in who was doing the kicking, 
              why they were doing it, and how to make them stop. In Dispatches, 
              a child’s 5 a.m. wake-up is used to set the scene for the 
              nasty comment a neighbor makes to his mother (me) later that morning. 
              I didn’t want to dwell on the 5 a.m. rising because 1) I didn’t 
              see how to change it; 2) many books focus only on this aspect of 
              mothering; and 3) it doesn’t seem like something our culture 
              is doing to women that can be changed. The focus of my book is what 
              can—and in my opinion, should—be changed to help mothers. 
              Not that Dispatches is a manifesto or a policy paper, in 
              any sense of those terms. What it does instead is candidly portray 
              contemporary motherhood from my perspective, then raise pointed 
              questions about what this set-up does to women. 
            MMO: As you note, when Betty Friedan published The Feminine 
              Mystique in 1963, women were expected to form their primary 
              identities in relation to men, and particularly one man— a 
              husband. Forty years later, our culture generally accepts the idea 
              that a woman, even a married one, has the capacity and right to 
              complete her own identity, both in and outside her relationships— 
              until she has children. In contemporary culture, the uninterrupted 
              attachment of mothers to their children is still considered paramount 
              to child well-being, and women who are mothers are expected to confine 
              the need for self-expression to behaviors that don’t compromise 
              this bond. In your mind, what is the cost— to women, men and 
              society— of the intensifying ideology of motherhood? How do 
              you think we can move forward from here? 
            Faulkner 
              Fox: We’ve experienced a truncated revolution. As you point out, 
                the luckiest of women now get to be ourselves as adults for possibly 
                a decade, maybe even fifteen years. Hooray! This is better than 
                it was in Betty Friedan’s day. But we are supposed to stop 
                our own pursuits— except for the absolutely financially essential 
                ones— on a dime when we have children. How is this anything 
                other than brutal and unfair? How is it even possible? There have 
                been forward steps because of the women’s movement, but we’ve 
                still got a long way to go.  
            One of my main concerns 
              in Dispatches is the overwhelming guilt mothers experience, 
              and the way we feel compelled to suddenly become selfless. How could 
              this possibly make sense? How can it be good for women, children, 
              or society as a whole? 
            In your question, you 
              don’t specifically mention the cost to children of mothers 
              feeling compelled to be selfless, but I’d like to address 
              that here as well. A selfless mother is an impossible— and 
              I would argue dangerous— role for a daughter to think she 
              has to fill herself when she grows up. For a son, a selfless mother 
              sets him up to expect the impossible from women he will know in 
              his future. I firmly believe that it’s bad for everyone in 
              society if mothers feel compelled to sharply confine their need 
              for self-expression, as you put it. I know some might agree with 
              me on this in terms of the long run, but still think a mother should 
              go through a period of relative selflessness when her children are 
              very young. I don’t agree, and here’s why. Jessica Benjamin’s 
              brilliant book, The Bonds of Love, argues that love doesn’t 
              count, doesn’t feel real to a child, it if comes from a compromised 
              self. In other words, love from a mother who has given her self 
              away, doesn’t even feel like love, according to Benjamin. 
              What does it feel like instead—a debt, possibly? A debt the 
              child feels she has to repay by striving to live the life her mother 
              wanted for her own self but didn’t feel she deserved? Mom 
              wanted to be a doctor, but she gave it all up to take care of me. 
              I guess I’ll be a doctor, even though I’m bad in science, 
              terrified of blood, and I really want to teach high school English.  
            I’m exaggerating 
              here, but I hope you can see my point. A woman’s self doesn’t 
              just go away; I don’t believe it’s possible. If she 
              tries to be selfless, her self will exert itself anyway, possibly 
              in forms that are twisted and detrimental to a child. I think it’s 
              far better for a child to see her mother being herself, doing what 
              makes her happy as an individual, as well as being a mother. 
            Wow. That was a long 
              digression. Excuse me. I think it’s vital to make arguments 
              about why women’s selflessness isn’t good for children, 
              though. Otherwise, we’ll have a very hard time effecting change. 
              Women will be reluctant to do it, and society will slam us when 
              we try.  
            But back to women, who 
              are, after all, almost my entire focus in Dispatches. The cost to 
              mothers of the intensifying ideology of motherhood, as you call 
              it, is very, very high. And it’s impossible to meet. Moreover, 
              it doesn’t make any sense, given what contemporary women expect 
              themselves to do, want to do, and do do, before motherhood. If you 
              have been incredibly ambitious throughout your twenties, working 
              at a job you love, having lots of friends and a fulfilling romantic 
              life (and of course, this would be the best scenario), how could 
              you possibly be happy about dropping that on a dime when you have 
              a baby? I have never understood this reasoning. To me, the saddest 
              thing about “The 
                Opt-Out Revolution” (well, there were a number of sad 
              and infuriating aspects to that piece) was that so many young women, 
              and extremely privileged ones at that, didn’t like their jobs 
              more. They claimed to find it pretty easy to leave work when they 
              had children. My immediate response was: I wish they’d had 
              more fulfilling jobs!  
            Not that people might 
              not decide to stay home with a child, and that this might not be 
              a good choice. But I hate to think that women are making this choice 
              because they don’t like their jobs. Because they’ve 
              felt some sort of pressure, I suppose, to go into corporate law, 
              for example, when that doesn’t really interest them at all. 
              Of course most people choose work because of the money it provides. 
              And yet these were very, very privileged and educated women. If 
              they don’t like their jobs, if they see stay-at-home motherhood 
              as a relief, then what about all the women who have fewer career 
              choices? 
            Let me be very clear: 
              I’m not saying that stay-at-home motherhood isn’t a 
              good choice for some women. What I’m saying is that it makes 
              me sad if women see motherhood as a retreat from a bad job. I’m 
              an idealist—I want every woman and every man to have both 
              fulfilling work and fulfilling love relationships. I know this is 
              far from what actually exists in the world. Nevertheless, I feel 
              it’s something we, as a society, should strive for.  
            How do we get there? 
              I wish I knew. The humblest reason I didn’t write an authoritative, 
              manifesto-type book was because I didn’t have the answers. 
              What I felt I could do was describe candidly what I saw around me, 
              then raise some hard and important questions. My hope, above all, 
              was to write a book that would provoke discussion among mothers. 
              If we can get past the shame, guilt, and woman-to-woman judgmentalism 
              to actually talk honestly with one another about our experience 
              of motherhood, I’m sure we’ll find a way. All revolutions 
              (well, the peaceful ones) start with honest discussion among concerned 
              people. The Mothers Movement Online is a perfect site for just this 
              kind of dialogue. Thank you for being here. And thank you for asking 
              me to participate in the conversation.             
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