Confessions of A Bad Mother

Take a look at this column.

The lies started when my eldest son was less than ten months old.

Invitations to attend a child's birthday party or, worse, a singalong session were met with the same refrain: 'I would love to but I just can't spare the time.'

The nanny was dispatched in my place, and almost always returned complaining that my son had been singled out for pitiful stares by the other mothers.

I confess that I was probably ogling the merchandise at Harvey Nichols or having my highlights done instead. Of course I love my children as much as any mother, but the truth is I found such events so boring that I made up any excuse.

Surely, this is a joke. Surely, this is satire, or parody, or bad liberal humor (is there any other kind?), or.....something. No woman could be that shallow and stupid and uncaring. If it isn't a joke, it is child abuse. It is the duty of a parent to educate their children to be interesting. She has the opportunity to mold a human mind into her image. What could be more interesting than that? I wish I'd brought up my sons to be Doc Savage. It is the duty of a parent to rear their children into the men and women they ought to be. If this column is true, this woman is no better than people who leave their children in a car in the summer to be baked to death.

I've met people who should never have been parents. This woman is apparently one of them.