I like what Wyliekat said: "Why the distaste for people who are honest about child-rearing, you know?"

I don't get it.  And I'm sorry if my refusal to wear Mom Jeans pisses somebody off, but I didn't leave my sense of style (what tiny bit I have) in the hospital delivery room.

I had a baby because I wanted to have a baby.  Not because it's suddenly popular or cool or trendy.  Because I wanted a child.  To raise.  Until adulthood.  I knew as well as any first time parent can know in advance what I was getting myself into: at least two decades of worry and tedium and joy and wonder and difficulties and triumphs and love.  I wouldn't trade it for anything, nor did I need to trade in much (except spare time) to do it.  But I CERTAINLY didn't do it to fit into some imaginary cult hipster parent following.

Great post!
