Wow, she doesn't go out of her way to conceal her butchedness, does she?:
I live in the liberal bubble of Park Slope, Brooklyn, where no yuppie would ever admit to wanting their kid to be anything in particular, other than happy.
In other words, they lie about their true inclinations, and she doesn't.
But more often than not, we define happiness as some variation on our own lives, or at least the lives of our expectations. If we went to college, we want our kids to go to college. If we like sports, we want our kids to like sports. If we vote Democrat, of course we want our kids to vote Democrat.
Well, I went to college, and one out of two of my kids followed that path. I like sports, and one out of two of my kids developed that interest. I vote Republican, and one of my kids is a mini-me while the other is a conservative-leaning independent. But these are things that you don't push on your kids, but that they pick up by osmosis. You don't consciously say to your offspring, "You'd better grow up just like me, or I'll disown you." Kohn sounds like she's making her daughter part of her Lavender agenda, like a monarch grooming the heir to the throne.
I’m gay. And I want my kid to be gay, too.
Sounds like an open and shut case of child abuse to me.
Many of my straight friends, even the most liberal, see this logic as warped.
Not the logic itself, but that she doesn't bother to conceal it.
Here you might expect me to say something about how, if my daughter were gay, she would undoubtedly face challenges and hurdles she wouldn't encounter if she were straight.
Normal, Miss Kohn, normal.
Maybe. And maybe if I weren't an upper-middle-class white lesbian living in a liberal city, I’d have such worries.
Where she knows she'll never be challenged on her retrograde proclivities.
Exit question: So where'd her daughter come from? A test tube? Or could we call this "the Inaccurate Conception"?
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