I Wish I Were a Cat Mom
A letter to JD Vance
Dear JD,
I’m sorry everyone is beating up on you. You seem like an okay guy who had a tough childhood. It was brave to go on the Megyn Kelly Show with everyone hating on you, and especially given Kelly’s history with your new boss.
It was impolite of her to remind Trump at the 2015 debate about the whole calling women “fat pigs, dogs, slobs, and disgusting animals.” I’m sure he didn’t mean it. Who wouldn’t get testy?
But back to you. I couldn’t agree more with what you told Megyn about how having kids “changes your perspective in a pretty profound way”. Parenting a teen certainly changed my perspective — so much so I sometimes fantasize about being a mom to cats instead.
Cats don’t talk back, slam doors, leave messes in the kitchen or make you drive them places. They don’t need clothes or braces or college tuition.
I mean I love my kid. But especially when she was small and cuddly, and thought me and her dad were gods (I hope comparing myself to God doesn’t cancel me in your eyes). But then things changed. She got an iPhone and friends and thoughts of her own. Pretty soon, I too was feeling “sceptical and even hateful towards the idea of having kids.”
