Waiting room literature is often scary. For whatever reason outdoor, parenting and National Geographic magazines with the same story about the Terracotta Army that has been printed a dozen times dominate.
Today I read four articles about the pains of divorce in one magazine and how confusing it is. The general theme was that women were blindsighted by how they now had to address transmission issues with their cars in the middle of the winter now that their husband had a man cave where he entertained their children on the weekends. One woman had the extra time and dough to take up ballroom dancing.
I miss the inspirational aspect of this genre of writing or how its particularly uplifting to women with problems. I get the whole, I-write-about-my-civil-divorce-experience-and-am-empowered thing, but it sort of dismisses a lot of serious issues that everyday people deal with during bad times. I don’t care about how Quinoa salads and yoga got you through divorce, I don’t understand why I should pat you on the back for it or how it makes people who are hurting feel any better. Also, who are you and what do you actually do?
I’m sure it does it for some people, I’ve never been divorced, but there is something so condescending about a lot of the crap you see in those magazines. My opinion doesn’t particularly matter either then again I don’t purport to have one that matters because I don’t know what many women deal with on a day to day basis.
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