Writing, of a sort

You guys probably want astounding excerpts. TFA abounds with these:

Some of you may even feel sorry for me, all alone with no husband to rub my feet. (This is a pregnancy book staple, I am discovering.) I know how it looks: at 41, single and pregnant, I’m a sad, lonely outlier.

One suffused in the intoxicating fog of the reactionary Patriarchy might assume the bolded, yes. Fortunately we live in a sophisticated modern era.

Actually, I’ve discovered that I am living a whole new reality for women — that is to say, approaching and experiencing motherhood from outside the narrow bounds of the default, traditional model.

Like the narrow bounds of the default, traditional models of committed monogamy, chastity, long-term planning and sobriety, motherhood was sorely in need of an update.

That’s what happened to me. I had a lovely summer romance, and got pregnant. The relationship ended, the pregnancy did not. And so, here I am — 41, single and pregnant. Woohoo, I have it all!

She certainly does, doesn't she?