We were having a conversation about plastic surgery in the forum a while back. So I was interested to read this at Attachment Parenting Blog: The secret to happy moms: plastic surgery? They were approached by a clueless PR firm trying to peddle a plastic surgeon. The opening of the query is classic:
Mothers everywhere know that "she looks good...for a mom" is not the ideal compliment. Women want to look and feel attractive with no disclaimer attached.
uhhh...huh? "She looks good, for a mom?!" Who in the history of the planet has ever said that? "Hey, I've got a good idea," say the PR firms. "It's a great way to make women feel even worse about themselves--and thus, buy more stuff! We'll equate motherhood with ugliness. Boffo!" Haven't these guys heard of MILFs, not that I'm wild about that lovely phrase either? whatEVER.
Maybe I'm just cranky because I got a review copy today of the upcoming book "Mommies Who Drink," which, in spite of the stupid title, looks to be a funny read. Something about the marketing of these kinds of things makes me crazy. From the cover blurb:
Join Brett Paesel and her mommy friends at Happy Hour every Friday as they try to reconcile modern motherhood with their carefree pasts: planning, for instance, to do cocaine again, only to discover that they don't have a babysitter, or worse, the energy to put the evening together. Paesel takes the reader through prenatal yoga classes with a celebrity guru, the purse party of a famous friend, and a deadly dull playgroup where she fantasizes about graphic sex while the other mothers discuss their toddlers' eating habits.
Now keep in mind it's not Brett's book that's making me crazy--I've read like ten pages of it--it's the *marketing* of Brett's book. Who in ghu's name are they pitching this book to? And why, when I have so many fabulous writermama friends with fabulous books is this book getting such a heavy push? (I know, the writer is a hip actress with a hip attitude and she used to do hip things like snort cocaine in limos. I remember my drug and alcohol days as being so much less fun. Yeah, I long for the return of glamorous two day hangovers. ) But what do I know? I'm one of those deadly dull moms who don't plot late night cocaine runs only to discover we don't have sitters. Thank ghu.




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