In an essay for The New Yorker called Confessions of a Juggler (which automatically makes this the most sophisticated write-up I’ve ever done for this site. Hold on: Poop. Boogers. Scrotums. All right, I fixed that for you), Tina Fey discussed the myths and pre-conceptions of being a working mother. Specifically, that she wasn’t a crazy witch.
“Sometimes I just hand them a juicy red apple I’ve poisoned in my working-mother witch cauldron and fly away,” she quips. “There’s another great movie idea! Baby Versus Work: A hard-working baby looking for love (Kate Hudson) falls for a handsome pile of papers (Hugh Grant). I would play the ghost of a Victorian poetess who anachronistically tells Kate to ‘go for it.'”
“I know older men in comedy who can barely feed and clean themselves, and they still work,” she writes. “The women, though, they’re all ‘crazy.’ I have a suspicion that the definition of ‘crazy’ in show business is a woman who keeps talking even after no one wants to f**k her anymore.” SOURCE
Granted, both my parents are working parents who raised us separately, so I’m a big believer in single parents. I mean, really, look how well I turned out … okay, not a great example. Anyway, I have great parents, and while I think they’re both crazy, they’re craziness does not stem from having to work and raise children at the same time. It stems from them not being able to get off Facebook for two minutes.
