More on Hip Young Urban Motherhood

Continuing my thoughts from yesterday:

Another reason all this bugs me so much is that I was never cool to begin with. Ever. Not a day in my life. Would I like to be cool? When I was a teenager, god yes. I would probably have loved to have been cool right up until I had kids. After that, it SO did not matter any more.

If I *care* about my toddler's eating habits, as in the blurb from that book in the last blog post, there's something wrong with me. I should care more about Manolo Blahnik shoes or snorting coke or my band or my memoir or getting pierced or whatever. Talking about my kids? that's like SO not cool, unless I can somehow link it to something cool like, I dunno, my yoga routine.

And you know what? Screw that.

For instance. I've been a knitter for 35 years and it pissed me off when the Hip Young Urban Knitter thing took off, not because a lot of fun young girls were starting to knit and design--bless em, I'm glad to have them in the knitting sorority!--but because that's who everyone started marketing to, and Square Old Urban Knitters like me were not only marginalized, we were looked down upon.

And now I'm not hip enough for motherhood?! Who the hell ARE these people!

Listen. Not every mother is trying to get a record deal. Not every mother has an agent. Most of us don't yearn for our drug-and-alcohol days. Few of us are glamorous. Yeah, a lot of us have a bad habit of putting our families before our own wellbeing.

But that doesn't mean we haven't stopped being who we are. That doesn't mean we have no creativity. Some of us have wanted to be EXACTLY THIS our entire lives. If that makes me the not-really-all-that-hip-mama, well, I guess that's one fewer woman to sell stuff to, huh?

Plus also? Who the HELL snorts coke any more and THINKS IT'S COOL?! EVEN I KNOW THAT AIN'T COOL NO MORE!