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Any piece can be worth reading if it's particularly well-written. This one isn't. Why it's the Salon lead, I haven't a clue. It doesn't present anything new, and reads like a snippet from a rather pedestrian journal.
While I have zero interest in kid/parenthood pieces, or most sex pieces, many seem to. It appears that there is no escape these days; one used to be able to avoid them by staying out of certain sections. How quaint, yes? Well, I'll just skip 'em; no need to suggest it.
*Yes, I bore a child. No, I didn't expect strangers to find that fact, or its product,
or my resultant run of the mill physical or emotional travails compelling - or even worth hearing about.
(Hopefully this disclaimer will satisfy parents who automatically assume that I lack interest and patience only because I haven't experienced the "overwhelming joy of breeding". Moreover, expecting society to put up with rampant, uncontrolled, ill-behaved Snotleighs and their fawning, selfish, clueless parents because of our future elderliness is absurd - my folks would have laughed out loud at the idiocy of such a feeble excuse for a parent's inadequacy.)
It surprised me that the writer was so determined to have sex when her body obviously wasn't up to tolerating, let alone enjoying it yet. Presumably the answer is her previous (boring) sexual prowess, and a desire to reclaim her Kama Sutra crown.
Bad idea. I'm glad that you worked things out.