Wednesday, July 14, 2004
Forget money, sex, religion and politics. You want to start a serious blood-curdling argument with someone, start talking about pregnancy and parenting books. Read some of the customer reviews of these titles, and your hair will turn white. Some of these must have been composed by Dick Cheney on a bad day. One book is according the status of Bible by some readers and denounced as sociopathic propaganda by others. Any one of them could bring on crushing guilt even in Mother Teresa; some would make me feel like a communist pervert if I didn't eat organic whole grains for every meal and use only unbleached cloth diapers. I've decided to take a "salad bar" approach to these guidebooks: sample a little of everything, pick out what I like, and forget the rest. Sooner or later I'll have faith in my own common sense, right?