Emily Ratajkowski is wrong single moms arent broken or easy

I recently read supermodel Emily Ratajkowski’s essay “Motherf—er” for The Cut about life after divorce as a single mom, in which she describes deciding to f–k her “way into a new kind of woman.”As a young single mom in New York City, I felt let down.Not because I object to women having sex, or think mothers should be chaste, but because her version of single motherhood feels completely detached from the reality I know of raising a child in this city. A few years ago, when I was eight weeks pregnant, I actually admired Ratajkowski. I was 22, finishing my last semester of college, unexpectedly pregnant by my on-and-off high school boyfriend.

I listened to her “High Low” podcast, where she mused on ideas like “de-centering” men, body image and the paradoxes of fame in the digital age — all while sprinting on a treadmill in a dimly lit gym, trying to figure out what the hell I was doing with my life.My version of therapy.At the time, her vision of urban single motherhood felt like the closest thing to a wet-dream: no man siphoning your energy, turning motherhood into a harder job than it needs to be.

Just put the baby to bed, slip on a short dress, and disappear into a city full of men eager to date a hot mom.More freedom.

More power.All fantasy. On Ratajkowski’s podcast, she spoke about feeling trapped and struggling to leave.

There were allegations of her ex-husband, Sebastian Bear-McClard, cheating, though she never confirmed them.I related to the fact that like the supermodel, I, too, had had a bit of a bad-boy complex.After three years in a stable (albeit pretty boring) relationship with my kind and well-to-do college boyfriend, I left in search of something different.Different showed up at my door in the form of a high school ex-boyfriend, standing exactly where I’d once snuck him through my bedroom window a hundred times before as a reckless teenager.

I told him we had one night together— that was it. A month later, I was ho...