Wendy Straker Hauser, now you must do the right thing and pony up the cash you got paid by the Post and buy each of the moms in the Manhattan Twins Club an extra-large sex toy, 'cause these bitches are not getting laid if they give a shit what the Post thinks of them. I swear to God, does high school EVER END for these stupid wenches?
That does not sound right -- as an journalist, I have never had an editor go in and "edit" quotes to make them sound worse (or better)... also, I have never had the overall tone, etc, changed -- that is what you get paid for, you are the author, after all.
Also, quotes are sancrosanct -- apart from the occasional use of [...] to tighten them up, you can't just go in there and "fix them." Interviews are generally taped, so everyone's comments should be on the record.
@Bunsy: But isn't Page Six sensational journalism? I would think in sensational journalism, if the reporter does not hand in a sensationalist piece, the editor is going to try to make it sensational. And if a reporter won't write sensational pieces, it's not the job for that reporter.
@Bunsy: @Lymed: I also thought it was odd that the author didn't get a last look before publication ... until I remembered that this is Page Six magazine. I'm done with blaming the victim now.
Yeah, nothing good to say about Manhattan mothers of twins here. Those friggin' monster strollers hogging sidewalks already narrowed by waytomany outdoor cafes are bad enough; make 'em double-wides to accommodate redundant brats and the temptation to "accidentally" push one into traffic is overwhelming. So if you want to give birth to multiple monsters, kindly move to Park Slope. Your kind isn't wanted here. And I say that with love and caring.
@bytememehard: you mean you actually sometimes have to step around a stroller that's, what, as much as four feet wide? And, negotiate streets with outdoor cafes? Poor little you: run home to mommy now, and she might kiss your whining ass better...
@DonataBabali: Problem is not so much stepping around them -- those bitches, er, sweet caring mothers, think they have the right to ram to legs of anyone who is in their path, and then they make like it is an accident. And their number is legion. Go to Park Slope, breeders.
@bytememehard: Here here! And worse yet, the strollers parked inside of a cafe. As if that's what aisles are for! It's not bad enough the poor waitresses have to clean up your trail of Cheerios, but they also have to navigate around the strollers and the 97 bags and thingamabobs that you think a child can't live 2 hours without. Forget Park Slope, I say go to the 'burbs and let those little darlings run free!
Before I had kids, I thought just like you did. Then, I had a couple. Some days, all you can think about is going outside and feeling human for a bit.
Getting them changed and dressed and out the door is like coordinating a shuttle launch, and 90% of the time one of them decides to poop and needs a change while the other is all bundled up and howling.
So you grab toys, and snacks, not because you want to haul the 97 bags and thingamabobs, but to keep the children quiet and not bother others. You leave the house, realizing that you are in sweats or some other state of disarray you would never have tolerated pre-kids.
So after the dressing, and changing, and packing up, and getting out, you are finally on the sidewalk after what is, at minimum, over an hour. You take a walk to get them fresh air, because it is horrible to keep children inside an apartment all day and not get some air, even though it is 1,000 times easier not to go through the ordeal.
After an hour, it's cold, you decide to go to a cafe or restaurant. Maybe you are there 20 minutes. But it's the first time you have had adult contact all day, and it's nice to have at least that little "normalcy". You give some toys and Cheerios to the kids so they will be occupied while you are there. You look at the newspaper of the person next to you ( you yourself haven't read a paper through since 2007).
You pack up to go home, and Child 1 is fussing, Child 2 needs to get changed and is starting to cry. You race to pack up and get out before the caterwauling, apologize to the waitress, and dash home, brushing by pedestrians to get home before there is a full-blown tantrum and before Child 2 gets severe diaper rash.
@FormerEnglishMajor: Look, you chose your burden. You CHOSE to have children, and unless it's "The Blue Lagoon" you had to be aware that kids kinda hamper life. (I'm in the waning years of fertility and on the Pill, and I STILL make my BF wear a condom because NO WAY NO HOW do I want that shit.) So now that you have the screaming, pooping, space-taking brats, you want to inflict them on those of use who do not, so YOU can have some sanity? Goddamn I'm glad I don't live in Park Slope.
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Also, quotes are sancrosanct -- apart from the occasional use of [...] to tighten them up, you can't just go in there and "fix them." Interviews are generally taped, so everyone's comments should be on the record.
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Before I had kids, I thought just like you did. Then, I had a couple. Some days, all you can think about is going outside and feeling human for a bit.
Getting them changed and dressed and out the door is like coordinating a shuttle launch, and 90% of the time one of them decides to poop and needs a change while the other is all bundled up and howling.
So you grab toys, and snacks, not because you want to haul the 97 bags and thingamabobs, but to keep the children quiet and not bother others. You leave the house, realizing that you are in sweats or some other state of disarray you would never have tolerated pre-kids.
So after the dressing, and changing, and packing up, and getting out, you are finally on the sidewalk after what is, at minimum, over an hour. You take a walk to get them fresh air, because it is horrible to keep children inside an apartment all day and not get some air, even though it is 1,000 times easier not to go through the ordeal.
After an hour, it's cold, you decide to go to a cafe or restaurant. Maybe you are there 20 minutes. But it's the first time you have had adult contact all day, and it's nice to have at least that little "normalcy". You give some toys and Cheerios to the kids so they will be occupied while you are there. You look at the newspaper of the person next to you ( you yourself haven't read a paper through since 2007).
You pack up to go home, and Child 1 is fussing, Child 2 needs to get changed and is starting to cry. You race to pack up and get out before the caterwauling, apologize to the waitress, and dash home, brushing by pedestrians to get home before there is a full-blown tantrum and before Child 2 gets severe diaper rash.
A day in the life.
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crying twin babies, or crying DABA babies - what's the difference?