In a house dominated by children one woman stands alone. She is partially shaven. She is leaking. She is bent over. Not a porn star. Not a cat ready for a hysterectomy. Just a woman who holds on to her beliefs with integrity, with passion, against all information and common sense.
Beliefs like, I will lose the last ten pounds of baby weight, and it won't all be from my breasts. I will still enjoy sex even if it's with condoms and the wizened face of my baby five feet away. I will simultaneously have two teenage boys, a pre-teen daughter, a baby and remain interesting, engaged with my friends, sexy, a good conversationalist, and someone who can return phone calls within a reasonable time period. I will revel in all signs of age with feminist glory and self-love. I will forsake all cultural distractions which are not nourishing to the mind and spirit. I will eat healthy foods that spring from the bosom of the earth. I will not use products sold with a bald pirate wearing an earring on the front. I will use Earth friendly products only! I will perfectly balance the needs of my family on one hand while wearing clean underwear on the other. ( ? ) I will finish writing my novel with the 5% brain matter currently available for my use. I will not be concerned when the only thing to make me smile all day is a crude fart joke with vaguely sexist undertones. I will stop dropping off my children and hauling Ever to Starbucks in my slippers while pretending to myself that no one can tell they are slippers.
I Pity The Poo- Mr T(my idea of what should be written on the butt of baby bloomers)
( these are the kinds of ideas i have now )
