Mom’s Fun Job

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why can't you stay home with me?Why Can’t You Stay Home With Me?
A Book About Working Mothers
Hazen
1986

I know what the authors and publishers were trying to accomplish with books about working moms.  Reading it now, it just comes off as tone deaf. Mr and Mrs Privileged have a nice house and both parents have jobs. Throughout the book it is implied that Mrs Privileged works to give the family nice things. It is never about Mrs Privileged providing for her family. Dad’s family obligations aren’t even discussed. But look, he is helping out at breakfast time, so he must be a good guy. Unfortunately, the result of this book is that Dad is still the provider and doesn’t have to do too many childcare or household chores. Mom is still in charge of the household and this job is really just a side hustle for her “real” work. But its okay, kid. You get to eat out more and go on vacation.  Weed it and don’t look back.

Mary

breakfast time with mom and dad

going to school

vacations

hard day at work

9 comments

  1. Wow, and look at Dad’s one-wheeled car and how he expects his daughter to run across the street to get into it…nice street-safety modeling, Dad!

  2. Maybe it their kitchen counter had places to plug in appliances, maybe they could make some quick meals at home rather than eating at a pizzeria without taking their jackets off.

  3. “Throughout the book it is implied that Mrs Privileged works to give the family nice things. It is never about Mrs Privileged providing for her family.” A standard sexist assumption. Men work to support their family, women work because they’re selfish and don’t love their children enough.
    Definitely a weeder.

  4. Horrible, just horrible. This seems more appropriate to 1956 than 1986. I can’t believe a woman wrote it. I hope it did not circulate a lot.

    1. I grew to dread the Pastel Pictures Of Doom that meant it was a Doris special, but now I kind of miss them. I knew I was in for a treat when I saw them.

  5. I’m pretty sure I read this book as a kid in the 80’s. My mom worked so that we could, you know, pay rent and have food and stuff.

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