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Scary Mommy Nation started as a Thanksgiving food drive in late 2011, after several members of the Scary Mommy community posted anonymous confessions to the site, admitting that they couldn’t afford to put a Thanksgiving meal on their family table. Upon reading this, the Scary Mommy community leaped into action and, in just one week, raised more than $20,000 to feed more than 400 families. The efforts of the nearly 700 individual donors were featured on Nightline and Good Morning America.
In March 2012, Jill Smokler launched Scary Mommy Nation, a non-profit organization pending 501C3 approval, to continue the online grassroots movement of mothers helping other mothers feed their families…
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It started a couple of months ago. “Have you heard of Fifty Shades of Grey yet?” my friend asked. Nope, I responded. Should I have? YES, she sighed dreamily. Buy it now. Trust me. But, I didn’t trust her, back on that rainy day in March. Nor did I trust the next 20 friends who echoed the same sentiment. Memories of flipping through Twilight and wondering what the big fuss was about danced in my head and I resisted. But that was hardly the last I heard about it.
Overnight it seemed, the female population was obsessed. Moms at school drop off were discussing bondage in between bake sale numbers and PTA events. My online friends had it on their Kindle’s. My real life friends were snatching up paperbacks. My cousins couldn’t get enough. It was the topic of conversation at dinners out with friends and over pedicures and even at a recent Bar Mitzvah.
Last week, I officially became the last female in the country to climb on board the Grey train. I read it in a few days, not because I was so smitten with the intelligent writing, but because I’m still twelve and merely skimmed the book for the juicy parts… and, juicy they are.
So, after finally understanding what the hype is all about, my question is: What’s next? If Fifty Shades is gateway mommy porn, what’s in store for us after the books?
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Unless you are living under a rock, (0r never make it to your local Target,) you’re well aware that Mother’s Day is quickly approaching on the second Sunday in May. Woodrow Wilson proclaimed it an official national holiday in 1914 and ever since then, card companies, chocolatiers and rose growers have rejoiced over every baby born, knowing that yet another woman will need to be celebrated come spring. Hallelujah! We mothers have earned that day, dammit! I’m quite sure even Hilary Rosen would agree.
So, how did Mother’s Day turn into yet another day where we are expected to work?
In the very best of worlds, ours is a day filled with stuffy brunches we need to reserve, bouquets of flowers and store bought cards. Instead of getting the day off, Mother’s Day has somehow become just another day that we need to make our children look their Sunday best, trim stems from flowers that will beg to be fed or quickly wilt away and clean up after well intentioned children prepare us inedible breakfasts in bed. And, that’s the best case scenario.
It’s quite obvious that a man concocted this current interpretation of our holiday.
And, why do we get a single day? Don’t we deserve at least a weekend? Or, a week? Maybe even a National Mother’s Appreciation Month? I mean, there’s actually a National Chocolate Covered Raisin Day. A day, celebrating a dried out grape coated in chocolate. Oh, sure, they’re delicious, but delicious enough to justify a national holiday? I’m quite sure a chocolate covered raisin has never dashed to the ER at 3AM with a screaming ear infected toddler or extracted a penny from a two year old’s nose…
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