The Jill Carroll story.

Wow. Best post ever by Lauren at Feministe about parenting and feminism.

Fellow feminists, I fucking hate the term “breeders,” and I’ll be goddamned if somebody attempts to tell me that they don’t hear that term used freely and often from those who work for the betterment of women’s lives.

My identity is not defined by my parenthood, but my life is. Without a child I wouldn’t feel as obligated to work as much as I do, to avoid such debt, to secure meaningful assets, or to better myself or the world. I’m naturally one selfish wench who would rather not be bothered by real world ephemera, and I recognize that having my little one in my life makes me a better person even if he isn’t the only thing I strive for. As for other adults in my world, I hope that they have the decency to well-wish my child even if they don’t care for or love him. My parenting theory does not obligate a random adult to a stranger’s child, just hopes that they recognize that children are indeed little people who haven’t yet grown up and thus continue to make bad decisions.