Okay, so to be a participant in the Crazy Hip Mama Bloggers I must say what that exactly means to me. Suddenly I feel like I’m in school. Which if you think about it, might be a nice alternative to the six loads of laundry I do everyday not including the one I do in my sleep, the three nutritious meals I prepare (with the help of the microwave) for my baby, the endless diapers and limited time to do important shit like check my email or read my Body Shop catalog. At least in school I could read my catalog while pretending to be reading a science textbook like I used to do with my Judy Blume books.
But back to the topic at hand. I was drawn to the CHMB just by the name itself. It said to me, here are some women who probably do not resemble the pod people in my neighborhood. They might actually think about things like why the fuck Britney married K-fed and why is K-fed trying to sing. I mean, have you heard him? He sounds like someone doing a bad mockery of Eminem. I know that CHMB know who Eminem is and that makes me feel safe inside.
I want to read and be read by people who don’t think I’m out of my mind for my outpouring of honestly. A little crazy yes but dangerous no. I want to be understood for my stance on how difficult a task being a mother is and that yes, of course it’s worth it, but that should go without saying at this point. I mean we’re mothers. It’s like people who say “but God Bless her” when they say something mean about someone. You don’t need to do that when you’re a mom. I want to be able to bitch about motherhood to people who get it and know that they aren’t going to call social services (without really good reason). And I want to read and be read by moms who identify themselves as more than “I’m my kid’s mom.” I want to be read by people who are interested in talking about politics, babyfood, poker, tampons, and Tom Cruise in equal measure.
That’s what being a CRAZY, HIP, MAMA BLOGGER MEANS TO ME!