I often try to imagine what parenting advice looked like a few generations ago, when it could only come from a few sources:  relatives, friends, neighbours, maybe a few books.  But that was about it.  

And when I compare it to the firehose to the face that is the internet, where parenting advice is rampant, insistent and often contradictory, I can’t help but envy those days of yore. Sure, they came with their own stressors, but pressure to optimize every facet of existence wasn’t one of them. Teasing parents that there’s some code they could crack to solve parenting only adds to their overwhelm.  And it's dishonest as hell.