Accidentally on Purpose: The True Tale of a Happy Single Mother (P.S. Series)

proselytising single mummery

The nature of this book, as I can understand it without buying and reading it myself, is its title: "Accidentally ON PURPOSE: A One-Night Stand, My Unplanned Parenthood, and Loving the Best Mistake I Ever Made", which says it all.

The message is: get pregnant using a one-night stand from a low-status jobless male with-low quality genes and fulfil yourself as mother, when you get tired working for a living.

Matt, the "babydaddy", Mary Pols' words, sounds like he is not the brightest bulb in the box. He was described as 29, "rather clumsy conversationally, as if he were new to the flirtation game. On the way to his apartment, he confessed he didn't have a J-O-B. The fact that he needed to spell it, rather than say it, led me to believe that he would be only a fleeting presence in my life."

Sounds like he wasn't even that keen to bed Mary, or wasn't clever enough to know that this would be when any non-slag and slapper would back out. Maybe out of a sense of decency he was trying to tell her that a girl like her was slumming it a bit with him and should look in better places, even if it was just a one-night stand. Maybe he was just trying to see how much you were gagging for it.

I just feel sorry for Mary Pols' father, a Catholic. I suppose he didn't think to disown or disinherit her? I know what I would do to any daughter of mine who gets knocked up by some low-life dimwit.

So, now, to earn a bit of money, she has written a book telling other women that it is OK to do this, and in fact ENCOURAGING them?

No doubt I will be rounded on for being illiberal and intolerant for saying what I have just said.

But then some civilisations sometimes get a collective death wish and deserve everything they get that's coming to them.

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J.O.B.

Perhaps the 29 year old babyfather explains that he doesn't have a J.O.B - spelt out like that - because he has that 1990s dance track in mind, 'Ain't nothin' going on here but the rent.'

The lyrics go 'you gotta have a J.O.B. if you wanna be with me. Ain't nothing going on here but the rent.'

Having no J.O.B. is his way of explaining he actually ain't up to scratch.

The mother should have borne this in mind and started her search much earlier for suitable husband material.

What a shameful tale. A disgraceful example to set to young people - that children should be denied the stability of decently married parents who are able to provide for them properly; that the state of illegitimacy should be encouraged and even promoted as a kind of ideal.

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