Passion Sucks
I am really getting sick and tired of passion. It takes a lot of energy. It is draining. It gets my insides in a wad and sometimes it feels a lot like anger, even though I like to call it passion. I’m thinking this because I was in the airport heading back from Colorado and I was so uptight I could hardly talk to my family. I was like a walking time bomb. I’m surprised I made it through security. And what profound and meaningful event stirred up my passion like this? Oh, you know, reading BlogHer blogs….
The first post from Laureism really set me off. It was about having kids when you are older and how this has worked out really well for some people and I’m all great with that because I’m 40 and a new Mom and I agree with a lot of what she is saying until she says, “Oh Please!!” about the critics who say it can be harder to get pregnant when you are older, because fertility problems can happen at any age and I go NUTS!
REALLY!!!! So maybe all of the seven million 35+ year old women I spent the last FOUR years with in THREE different fertility clinics in TWO different states were just MAKING IT UP! I’m SO happy that you got pregnant SO easy when you were 40 but my eggs were too old when I was 35, so you probably shouldn’t be giving fertility advice! It is SOOOOO real that some women who wait to get pregnant DON’T get pregnant and some pay $100,000 to get pregnant and some have risky and complicated pregnancies that scare the entire family nearly to death just from thinking about it!
Well, it went something like that in my mind. I was so passionate (or angry) about it. I only had a few minutes to write a comment and I ended my comment with a stupid sentence, which I’m very capable of writing, something like “If we were being honest, we need to admit that women who wait may not be able to get pregnant.”
I am also very PASSIONATE about STUPID sentences like that. I was able to edit the comment on BlogHer to strike out the sentence and write an ending that didn’t question the personal moral character of the person I disagreed with.
I tried to calm down and not think about the millions of 30 year olds who will go childless after reading that post and deciding to wait to get pregnant. It is amazing that I can have this thought WHILE taking deep breaths.
Later that day, when I read another post, this one from Her Bad Mother, and I went NUTS again, not because of the post itself, but because of some of the comments! It was a post about the AMA making a statement about a hospital birth being safer than a home birth and maybe setting the stage to legislate against home births. And I’m good with the home birth thing and I think women should have the option to do what is best for them and their family and I would oppose legislation against home births. But there was a theme in some of the comments, a theme that makes me NUTS about how women are victims of an evil medical industry that pumps you with drugs that you don’t need and forces C-sections on you and has the nerve to monitor your baby for hours on end.
REALLY!!!!!!! Because the last time I had a baby, my doctor asked if I wanted drugs or not and if I didn’t want them he didn’t give them to me. And who is the doctor who is giving C-sections to women without their consent? REALLY??? He just starts operating without asking first? And “Oh, No!!” about the doctor wanting to monitor the baby, have you heard of a birth plan? You get to have a birth plan where you agree ahead of time how much monitoring and intervention there will be and if you and your doctor can’t agree on the plan, then find another doctor!
I know, doctors can play the authority card and influence his patients about options that might not be best for them. It is true that women need to educate themselves to make the right decisions for them and in some places it might be hard to find a doctor open to a less conservative approach. But I believe that is the exception and I REALLY, REALLY don’t like the story, the one that says women are the helpless victims of evil male doctors so the only option is a home birth. That story makes me NUTS!
So then I was all in a wad again and I could hardly sit down and I couldn’t even read while I was waiting for our plane because I was too wound up and I kept thinking that Passion Sucks.
Is it worth it? Why did I read the blog postings? Why did I bother to comment? Why get so wound up?
Maybe I should be passionless, you know, more bland and less excitable and that would be a better life.
Oh, no, not that. That can’t be right.
I’m looking for a more graceful passion. One that doesn’t have the knee-jerk, gut-level, emotional reactions that are more about being angry than being passionate. I don’t want to feel angry with the people I disagree with. I want to learn and have ideas and share opinions and I want to be able to communicate well and maybe influence others. I want the center of that to be love and joy instead of anger.
Well, those are awfully big words and I’ve got a way to go before I get to that place. But at least I know where I’m headed. I board the plane going back home to Austin with my family and remember to hold hands with my husband and kiss my girls. I hope I can find this more graceful passion, the kind that doesn’t suck.




Well, I admire your passion. It made me laugh to know that somebody out there gets as worked up as I do.
Now let’s have lunch.