That last post links to a Hanna Rosin piece on Judith Warner’s Perfect Madness. Here’s more silliness:

Whoever you are, you conduct your daily routine of dress, feed, get off to school, feed again, bathe, tuck in with a new degree of self-consciousness. One Washington woman spent the night before Valentine’s Day baking cupcakes with her two sons. She woke up the next morning to read Warner’s New York Times op-ed piece on how we now celebrate the holiday for our children instead of our husbands. “Is our national romance with our children sucking the emotional life out of our marriages?” Warner asked. The woman dumped the cupcakes in the garbage and declared herself a failure.