I loved the premise of this book, that we need to find a better way for mothers to keep their own, separate identities, beyond kids and even career.
And I disagreed with just about everything after that. As a mother of one, I enjoy taking my toddler to activities, and planning craft projects and fun excursions. I don't do these things because I've internalized my own oppression; I do them because right now, my child is the thing in my life that I'm most enthusiastic about. If that sounds sad to you, you should know that I have a career, a loving relationship with my partner, and, like, a LOT of hobbies.
I also felt like the author said "hey, I still focus on my own stuff" but didn't quite tell us how. Is her partner the primary parent? Does she have, like, a crapload of hired childcare and household help? Even if you divest from intensive parenting, young children still need a lot of supervision and older children still need to be watched and transported places.
This just kind of left me cold. The premise felt like it should move me, but the book simply didn't.