How to Not F*$k Yourself Up
12 Rules for Life, Lady Version
1. Have children. And when you have them, don’t teach them to be good. Teach them to be respectful. Don’t teach them to care. Teach them to be competent. And then leave them the hell alone. They can figure the rest out by themselves.
2. Let your boys be boys. Let them break things, let them play with toy guns, let them keep their natural defiance and their natural tenderness. But make sure there is a grown man in the family to discipline them.
3. Let your girls be girls. Let them play with dolls or play in the dirt. Be gentle with the fierce female spirit that is within each and every one of them, but don’t let it rule the roost. Be the boss.
4. Don’t teach your daughters they can fight like a man. — they can’t. Teach them to withstand emotional warfare, they will encounter it.
5. Don’t judge your man by his opinions or tastes. Judge him by his actions and his abilities.
6.. Have you done something that has tangibly and directly harmed another person? If so, apologise, make it right, move on. If not — do NOT feel guilty. For anything.
7. The world is full of problems, only try to solve your own.
8. Do not fill your own emotional void with drama that does not belong to you.
9. Value motherhood above everything else — and do it for its own sake. Not to make the world a better place, or to be Insta famous.
10. Stop worrying. Right now. Just stop.
11. Let your man lead and win. Admit that sometimes he knows better than you do. And if he doesn’t, dump him.
12. STOP. CARING. SO. DAMN. MUCH
About
Who am I?
My name is Jenny
My name is Jenny
I am just one of millions of women lucky enough to be born into this age: the healthiest, freest, most prosperous and most physically comfortable women who have ever existed.
Yet when I look around, I see that my sisters across the developed world are full of discontent, guilt, and rage.
This is the white girl’s burden.
My name is Jenny
My name is Jenny
My name is Jenny
I grew up on the outside, looking in, the child of bohemian intellectuals who moved around a lot. My father wrote about terrorism, politics and later, misogyny, publishing a book in 2004 on the history of the hatred of women. But women's lib has created more unhappiness than it has solved.
I now live far from any centres of power and I'm grateful for that.
I used to work in the media
Now I'm politically homeless
Now I'm politically homeless
I spent several years as a newspaper reporter and a speechwriter, in the US.I have worked for prestige titles like The New York Times and Conde Nast, wrote speeches for a variety of political and business leaders, and did an MA in Terrorism Studies at King's College London.
I'm old enough to remember the world before the Internet, it was fun...
Now I'm politically homeless
Now I'm politically homeless
Now I'm politically homeless
This website is my attempt to work through the reasons why.
I used to share values and opinions with my friends and family. That is no longer the case. I have moved away from the mores of my peer group, where dissent is not welcome. Many of the women in my demographic are the prime movers in a velvet revolution taking place with a toxic id
This website is my attempt to work through the reasons why.
I used to share values and opinions with my friends and family. That is no longer the case. I have moved away from the mores of my peer group, where dissent is not welcome. Many of the women in my demographic are the prime movers in a velvet revolution taking place with a toxic ideology at its centre, This separation has been painful, but it's just part of growing up.