What the heck is it this week? Has everyone that has the attention of the media all lost their ever lovin’ minds?
Tuesday, it was Kim Kardashian talking about baby making sessions fifteen times a day.
Last night, I was greeted by Eva Mendes talking about sweat pants being “the number one cause of divorce in America”
Seriously, Eva? SERIOUSLY?!
Please, for the love of muffins, tell me you aren’t serious about this. That you even uttered it out loud makes me wonder about how much reality you live in.
I mean, I get that you’re living a very different life than the average person, and that probably is even more glaringly different when it comes to such things as post partum recovery, and life with a baby.
Here’s the thing, Eva, from one ‘average’ lifestyle Mom…
Sweat pants? Let me tell you, the first few months after my babies were born? I’m not even sure I was wearing pants. Like, at all. The haze of sleep deprivations, hormones, and my body leaking in ways nobody ever really warns you about, the last freaking thing I was worried about was clothes. Or make up. Or working out. Or anything beyond survival…that of the baby, and myself. And there were times where I seriously wondered, in my Dear-God-Let-Me-Sleep-For-Four-Consecutive-Hours addled brain, where I wondered if a person could actually die from sleep deprivation. If my brain would simply rupture, leak out my ears, and I’d be found in a puddle of brain matter, breast milk or formula. Frankly, ensuring I was fit for being out in public without being arrested was Wolf’s responsibility. Cause I totally would’ve wandered out, baby puke not just on a shoulder, but front, back, both shoulders, dribbling down a leg, and probably on the seat of my pants. Maybe even between my toes.
And could totally have left the house without pants.
(Did I mention I don’t do sleep deprivation well? At all?)
Thanks, Eva, for putting more pressure on women, especially post partum women. Cause it’s not enough that a woman has just pushed another human being out of her body, or had major abdominal surgery. Noooo. Let’s talk about them dressing nicely, working out, and make up. Oh, can’t forget the MAKEUP.
Eva, us regular folk? We don’t have staff. We’re bouncing from one thing to another like sleep deprived, insane pinballs. If baby is sleeping, we might be able to get a nap…or be doing laundry, grocery shopping, paying bills, cooking…there’s never a shortage of things that needs to be done when it comes to the average household, especially when there’s a new baby in the house.
Frankly, North American culture sucks when it comes to taking care of post partum women. Birth has become something of a spectator sport, with family members asking, expecting, and in some cases, even demanding a front row seat of the crowning baby. Then demands to visit, to feed and host people. The idea of taking care of the new mother is something that has fallen off the radar for many people.
But, you know? Someone that’s just given birth deserves some care. Some rest. Without worrying about anyone’s expectations, wants, or demands. Without anyone telling her that she should be doing something different, or God forbid, more.
So, thanks Eva. Thanks for making new moms even less appreciated, for giving them some more ridiculous standards to meet, some more guilt for them to carry, some more ideals that the average person can’t possibly hope to meet.
And then blame women for the divorce rates. Seriously? Women wearing sweat pants are cause of divorce? My husband, Wolf wears sweat pants. Should I divorce him for it?
Oh, that’s right…you said WOMEN weren’t to wear them. Men weren’t mentioned.
Good freaking grief.
Makes me wonder what other gems you have in store, Eva. How about greeting him at the door with his newspaper and slippers? Any other damaging, sexist ideas you’d like to spout as truth?
And, for the record, I don’t have a vested point of view when it comes to wearing sweat pants. Wear them, don’t wear them, but to put the responsibility on dressing to meet a standard on a new mother, to put the responsibility on survival of a marriage on how a woman dresses, is insane, sexist, ridiculous, shallow, and insulting to both men and women.
And I prefer footie jammies.