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Saturday, Apr. 09, 2011 - 11:37 a.m.
I have a problem. I keep wanting to give advice to people. I don't actually do it that often, and not in an unrestrained fashion, but I want to. I don't want to want to.
I can say that only because without any effort at all, I lost 25 pounds after Q was born. I didn't feel that way when I weighed 200. I wanted to feel that way, knew I should, but I didn't. But I did try not to talk about it, or feel guilty. (but I would get mad at others who didn't help, like my in-laws with their bowls of candy).
Advice like: Don't feed your baby purees! There's no need, it creates extra work, and doesn't help them learn to eat and enjoy and moderate their own food intake. It's counterproductive!
Here, I don't want people giving me more advice on mothering. I have my own ideas. On the other hand, if someone had an excellent, research-supported solution to some nagging issue of infancy, I'd want them to point out to me that it existed.
Advice like: It's "Nowadays", you dimwit, not "Now and days". Maybe if someone had given _you_ some books for your 10th birthday, you'd know that.
My inner descriptive linguist and my inner snotty prescriptivist battling it out.previous next
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