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So, I’m sitting in front of my Internets minding my own business—reading Facebook rants about Ann Romney and That Idiot who cut someone off in the middle school drop-off lane, or how everyone needs coffee—when this damn P&G London 2012 Summer Olympic Games “Film” gets posted on my wall.
And now I’m weeping. And I can’t stop.
Not only because I identify as a Sports Mom – you know, one of those much-maligned, high-intensity “living through their kids” parents who will chew up and spit out a Tiger Mom in the time it takes her to flog her kid with a violin bow.
I’m in tears because I’m a sucker.
Say, did you guys know that Avon has been struggling and might get bought out soon? I guess it’s not surprising, seeing as how the business has been around forever and–although they’ve adapted to the times with celebrity endorsements and online shopping–it’s tough to compete with high-end cosmetics companies, even when you ARE an American institution who brought rad novelty perfume bottles into our collective consciousness. It’s always sad when a company that’s been around forever is on the outs, but here are a few very specific things I’ll miss if and when the great Avon empire crumbles.
My husband and I were wandering Toys R Us the other day picking up a sussy for Toddler Girl. A sussy, non-Midwesterners, is a little present you give someone for no reason other than you were thinking of her. Because it was Toys R Us, we couldn’t navigate our way back to the front door. So we set off to start a new life, headed for the Littlest Pet Shop aisle (little know fact: the Jamestown Colony would have survived another winter if they had magnetic gerbils to raise and eat). We stumbled across what I like to call “The Lost Aisle.” Every Toys R Us has one, a place where ill-conceived, bizarre pop culture toys are stockpiled until they disintegrate, are recalled, or are purchased by your sketchy cousin who never leaves the basement. And so “The Gift Guide You Never Knew You Needed: Pop Culture Toys Edition” was born!
Let’s All Point Fingers And Call Each Other Terrible Mothers: Elisabeth’s Badinter’s Book Examines Modern Motherhood, AGAIN
Being a mom sure is tiring, isn’t it? The interrupted sleep, the early mornings, the late nights spent laying awake in bed carefully crafting ulcers while thinking about things like childhood diseases, car accidents, college savings, and WHAT IF I DIE AND MY HUSBAND MARRIES A WOMAN WHO INSISTS ON GIVING MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER TERRIBLE HOME PERMS?! WHAT THEN?!
I think we can agree, then, that most moms are running around on limited sleep with limited amounts of energy — energy that should really be spent on things like, oh, I don’t know, completing all daily tasks necessary for survival, and not on things like, say, arguing for the TWENTY TRILLIONTH time about modern motherhood and what it means to be a good mom.
Let me speak frankly. I am of two minds on this matter.
MIND ONE: How awesome is it that A MOM is 2012?s Most Beautiful Woman? Isn’t that some kind of great statement about a positive shift in our nation’s thinking about women and motherhood and beauty?
MIND TWO: Lists like these (“Sexiest”; “Most Beautiful”; etc) are still setting hugely unrealistic standards for both lifestyle and physical appearance that serve to make most women – and most mothers, too – feel like lumps of pointless crap who are FAILING AT BEING BEAUTIFUL AND AT BEING A MOM, BECAUSE LOOK AT BEYONCÉ! I SAID LOOK AT HER.
So you see my dilemma.