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March 29, 2007

I Don't Know How She Does It

I_dont_know_how_she_does_itI am certain that I am the last person in the world to read I Don't Know How She Does It, by Allison Pearson.  When I have mentioned this book to my mommy friends, they light up and exclaim that they read the book years ago.  Guess I was slow to join the band wagon.  After dealing with crap from a place that will remain nameless, I decided to share an excerpt out of this book, which makes me smile.  I know that many working moms can relate!

Please note that the "F" word will be used.  It is part of what makes this email exchange (from the book) between two female colleagues so hilarious.  For those of you who have not read I Don't Know How She Does It, go out and buy it now.  For those of you who have already read this novel, enjoy a walk down memory lane.   Yes, my blogging therapy rolls on....

To:  Debra Richardson  .... From:  Kate Reddy.

Just chaired meeting where fellow manager announced he had to leave to attend daughter's swimming gala.  Practically knighted on the spot for services to parenthood.  If I tried that, Rod would have me executed and my dripping bloody head stuck on the ramparts of Bank of England as a warning to other women slackers.

It's soooo unfair.  Am coming to conclusion that career-girl bollocks is one-generation-only trick.  We are living proof that I can't work, aren't we?

Forget higher education.  Think we should send our girls to catering college where they can learn to make decorative floral centerpieces and a delicious supper for two.  Then they can marry a man who will pay for them to stay at home and have pedicures. 

URGENT: Pls remind me what was the drawback to that way of life again?

To Kate Reddy ..... From Debra Richardson

Once upon a time, in a land far away, a beautiful, independent, self-assured princess happened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issues, on the shores of an unpolluted pond, in a verdant meadow near her castle.  The frog hopped into the princess's lap and said:  Sweet lady, I was once a handsome prince, until an evil witch cast a spell on me.  One kiss from you, however, and I will turn back into the dapper young prince that I am.  Then, my sweet, we can marry and set up house in yon castle where you can prepare my meals, clean my clothes, bear my children, and forever feel grateful and happy doing so. That night, dining on a repast of lightly sauteed frogs' legs, The princess chuckled to herself and thought:  I don't fucking think so.


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