Yeah yeah yeah. Blah blah blah. Mummy wasn’t perfect and after much Googling I have a label for her. Makes you feel so powerful and strong against powerful and strong mummy, right?

So your mum was awesome yet you’re judging me on some posts on a shitty pseudo feminist website whilst telling me I speak from guilt and am a shitty person? Oh, Ok. Maybe you have daddy issues? Blame him? Because you sure seem ready to shit on me and find blame somewhere, which is quite amusing, since my whole point…

I’m starting to think Jezebel is anti-women, because unless you’re a certain kind of woman who falls into a certain demographic your views are shit on and no one even begins to scream ‘bullying!’. I created a burner account to respond to this article because I knew my views would not be readily accepted.

Oh. My. God. I am like your mother! Am I triggering you? Because damn, you must have had the most horrible childhood and the idea that anyone would challenge you brings back all those horrible memories. Am I right? Mum didn’t buy into your special snowflake narrative, thus she was a total narcissistic bitch. Thank you…

The sort of ‘toxic parents’ being discussed here seem to me like just normal parents who don’t fit into some Happy Days mould of ‘perfection’. Did they make sure you had food to eat? Did they make sure you were clothed? Did they try to appear interested in your dull problems? If they managed that then they were ahead…

Also, I have no guilt because I have never felt that there is an ‘ideal’ parent. As a parent we just do the best we can... and then I see that some expect perfection and get all butt hurt when their idea of perfection isn’t met. It’s Special Snowflake Syndrome. Get over it and get over yourself. Your parents are…

Hahahaha... no.

Yeah, whatever. I’m a fairly regular commenter on here but made a burner account because I knew my attitude towards this ‘poor me’ shit wouldn’t go down well.

Yeah, every mother who isn’t perfect is a narc. Deal with a real narc and you’ll be on your knees thanking God or some other entity that you had a mother who wasn’t one. But I imagine you’ll continue with your arm chair diagnosis.

Because it’s your mother’s fault that you went into a career that you don’t love? Are you not an independent person? And if not, this is your mother’s fault? Ok.

What sort of mother does one deserve? A ‘perfect’ mother, as spelled out in fairy tails? We spend all this time supposedly empowering women but when it comes to mothers it all comes down to ‘they weren’t perfect, they had issues, and damn, this is why I have an eating disorder!’ Give me a fucking break. Your mother is…

OH oh oh! ‘I didn’t ask to be born so how dare you ask anything of me, like actually being a human being! You asshole, mum!’

Yeah, I don’t know. I’m gagging on my ‘this is bullshit’ and ‘get over it princess, your parents weren’t perfect’ reflex.

Imagine what it was like for her. Does anyone really know how to raise kids until well after their kids are raised? I think not. It’s all a fucking guessing game.

Yes, your mother is the reason you have an eating disorder. And you’ve ‘forgiven her’ for not being perfect. How fucking dare she not be perfect! And how dare she mention your weight! What a bitch of a mother you must have had. I’m surprised you made it this far.

Aha...granny gets a pass.

And I am so sure the author of this article will be such a better mother. Just wait until she is a mother, with all her faults and foibles ( but no! She will be perfect and never fuck up and if she does she’ll immediately recognise and correct it!) and when her kid rejects her because the kid, too, suffers from…

Yes, how awful of your mother, who raised you and was involved in every aspect of your life for so many years, to want to be an intimate part of your life now that you’re grown. What an asshole your mother must be for wanting to continue that bond. Poor you. What a burden this must be.

GAh. I’ve made a burner account so I can respond to the waves of self-pituing daughters out there who think their mothers, by dint of being as fucked up as the rest of us, somehow failed.

You’re not closer because you act like you deserve perfection in your parents. You spend all this time making excuses for not being perfect yourself but when it comes to your parents how dare they be human and fallible and just generally not able to provide you with the perfect life that doesn’t make you, special…