Happy Mother’s Day! In honor of MY SPECIAL DAY, I thought I’d complain about a few mom-related things that have been grinding my gears lately.
1. World’s Toughest Job. I know this one is already stale, and many, many others have already said it better than I ever could, but it’ll be a good segue into my next topic. And okay, I haven’t actually watched the whole thing because after about 12 seconds, my eyes rolled so far back in my head I couldn’t see the screen anymore. But I think the gist is that I’m supposed to appreciate how somebody FINALLY understands motherhood, and what an apparently horrid, barbaric and thankless job it is. The ad is hollow and predictable, and it really doesn’t reflect the dynamic of most families. (I suspect we won’t see a similar Father’s Day campaign recognizing all the hardships our dads endured.) But…JUST CRY ABOUT IT AND BUY OUR STUFF.
2. Mom’s Night Out. If your intelligence wasn’t insulted by World’s Toughest Job, here’s a whole entire movie that uses the same tired stereotypes (AND Jesus!) to stroke and patronize us, diminish the role of dads and other caregivers and perpetuate the idea that moms bear the sole responsibility of raising the children. I’m so sick of that stupid slob somehow lands smart, hot wife schtick in rom-coms. And while I AM a stay-at-home-mom, it doesn’t make my partner any less of an integral figure in our daughter’s life. I couldn’t do it without him! If he (or I) were a terrible parent, it would be devastating for our family. I know people in real life who are terrible parents, and it’s not funny at all. But…YOUR HUSBAND IS A DOLT NOW GO SEE THIS MOVIE.
3. #MomConfessions. Yet another condescending ad campaign targeted at women and relying on absurd gender roles and stereotypes. LET OUR APPLIANCES FILL THE VOID IN YOUR SAD, EMPTY LIFE.
4. #MAMALETE. I think this is related because it’s really just another predictable marketing campaign that assumes women will respond favorably if you pat them on the head and tell them…I’m not even sure, what rock-hard mom abs they have? And not all women want or need to identify in that manner. But…YOU’RE A MAMALETE! HERE’S YOUR PINK TANK TOP.
Now if you’ll excuse me, this is the one day of the year my existence is validated and there’s a hot brunch and a bubble bath awaiting me.