Only women would sign up for this much crap.
Okay first, allow me to check my privilege so you don’t have to: I am a white woman with a university education. I am married. I live in a beautiful little town in the mountains. I have a career I genuinely like. I am one lucky b*tch.
And yet. Here’s what “having it all” really looks like, in my experience:
The other day I was walking down the street to get my mail, feeling pretty pleased with myself. I have a 3.5-year-old, and I had a baby exactly one month ago. In that month, I have worked almost constantly and it has paid off: I have made enough money to pay all my family’s bills and keep my husband’s business afloat. I have produced quality work that I’m proud of. And not once have I mentioned to anyone that I just had a baby.
Right about the time I was congratulating myself on these “accomplishments,” a not unsubstantial amount of pee just came pouring out of me. I was wearing light-grey sweatpants, so it was pretty obvious. Kind of embarrassing when my neighbour walked by and waved. By the time I got home, it was time to dial into a conference call, so I had to sit in those pee pants for quite a while.