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What Else Are We Doing Wrong?

Apparently now, children of affluent moms who work suffer while children of "low-status" moms (don't yell at me, that's from the story) don't suffer as much.

Let's pause here.

So now, you're damned if you do. Damned if you don't.

Do not think for a minute this is meant as a comment on the current "Should she work?" conversation going on regarding the Republicans VP choice. (Although - of course she should be allowed to work, and no, that does not mean I'm voting for her ticket.)

Why I am posting this is because of this question:

Why aren't we paying money for a study that asks if children of affluent working DADS suffer????? Hmmm?

I can't find a link to the original study, so if anyone finds it, comment and we'll post it here.

Comments

Jill said…
I hate these studies. What purpose do they serve other than to make mothers feel even worse about themselves? Notice they are almost always conducted by men.
Jill said…
I hate these studies. What purpose do they serve other than to make mothers feel even worse about themselves? Notice they are almost always conducted by men.
Mom/Mum said…
Oh Jeez - give us Mom/Mums a break!
YLM said…
Yes, another sharp tap of the guilt stick. Such a bore...
Manhattan Mama said…
Couldn't agree more!

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