Do you know a “Baby Bailer”?
That’s the term for what the previous generation of women might have called a “Peter Pan” – the guy who refuses to just grow up and assume adult responsibilities, who sees having an adult relationship with an adult woman as a crushing loss to be avoided at all costs, and who considers fatherhood as just the worst kind of capitulation.
I know this type, ohhhhhh, I know this type. Probably a lot of us do. Vanessa Richmond set out to interview quite a few for a story for the Tyee, which I found via Alternet. More than one, apparently, told her having a baby makes a guy so “gay” — in other words, it goes aginst everything that’s great about being a straight man.
Can I get an “OH PLEASE?” Even Neal Pollack, he of the “all I want is my kid to be cool and into music” guy, not exactly a poster child for mature and sober parenting, says it’s not that bad.
“ ‘Men are afraid that fatherhood is going to take over their identity. And it does for a little while, but if they want to, they can integrate fatherhood into their previous identity.’ Pollack found the first couple of years to be ‘an emotional maelstrom,’ but now finds his old self is still there,” he tells Richmond.
I think most parents, especially anybody who had a kid or two anytime after they were legal to drink, probably felt that way. I remember telling a friend that having my first at 34 was both great, because I’d been-there-done-that as far as parties and bars and general self-centeredness, but also hard. Because when my Saturday night involves grocery shopping and then hitting sheets at 11, I know exactly what I am missing.
As for these guys? I pity the women they are partnered with. Because while Richmond found that most of the ones who “caved” are glad they did, that last thing I wanted was a 6’2’ baby to coddle along with my newborn and passed up the man-children to marry an actual grownup. It’s one thing to be a single parent, it’s quite another to have a partner who is, well, not one because he can’t deal with the idea that your needs or the baby’s interfere with his fantasy football league. Grow UP, gentlemen.