Hi! Who are you, how old are you, and what the hell do you think gives you the right to judge other people's lives in this way?
This is the silliest, most ridiculous approach to life I've ever seen. I told my husband I'd read on the Internet that only stupid women stay home with their kids. He told me I've been reading too much Internet.
Fortunately for me and my future children, I don't let peer pressure or vague insults to my intelligence run my life.
The beauty of living in the late twentieth and early twenty-first centuries is that people have choices regardless of their gender. They can apply their skills where their passions lie, not where society dictates that someone with their sexual equipment must labor. Unfortunately for a lot of women, the pendulum is swinging the wrong way for them: no longer are we fighting for a place in the workplace, now we must fight to leave it.
Intelligence? I am quite confident I could have any professional degree I choose, from an M.D. to a D.V.M. to a J.D. to a Ph.D. I excelled in my physics studies and if that was where I wanted to continue to apply my energies I could be a couple of years from academia, tenure struggles, grant-writing, and all.
Funny thing, though. In my world, with my priorities, family will always come first. A job will always just be something to pay the bills. And since I've been fortunate enough to marry a man whose passions lie in medicine, I'll never have to worry about the bills as long as I'm with him. Why torture myself in the workplace, or accumulating a string of ultimately meaningless acronyms behind my name? I am satisfied -- I am thoroughly fulfilled -- by the prospect of turning my energies toward being a really great mother.
And ultimately, that's none of your beeswax.