From Love What Matters…
My 21 year old son popped home from college yesterday for a few hours and took a shower before heading back to campus. I walked into his bedroom this morning, fully expecting to find a wet towel lying on the floor, because finding wet towels on bedroom floors is nothing new around here. In fact, it’s a critical part of the mother-son ritual in our home. My son announces he is about to take a shower and I say, “hang your towel on the hook in your bathroom when you’re done,” or occasionally, “throw your dirty towel in the laundry,” but what I never say is, “leave your wet towel on the floor in your bedroom so it stinks up the carpet, okay?” And yet, after nearly every shower taken in my home by this fellow (and his older brother) I find a wet towel on the floor. Or worse, on the bed. And it annoys me. Every. Single. Time.
Meet Meghann Foye, editor at a popular magazine, whose apparent jealousy over a pregnant coworker’s maternity leave and the “special” treatment working mothers receive inspired her breakout
manifesto novel, Meternity. It’s the story of petulant, self-entitled magazine editor (sound familiar?), Liz Buckley, who fakes a pregnancy so she can take advantage of all the perks (insert finger quotes) of maternity leave. Watch.
While I haven’t read the book (and don’t plan to) the trailer is enough to make me want to kick Meghann Foye. As. Hard. As. I. Can.