Momma's Dirt File...online
So I guess it's the cool new thing to have those vodka laced play dates. You know, the ones you only hear about on the news...the ones where the moms sip martinis while the kids play with their blocks. No longer is it cool to be a conservative mom -- it's hip to let loose.
Do you remember me talking about those members that left our play group not too long ago? We had kicked one member out, many followed, blah blah blah. Remember that mess? Well anyway, I've stayed in touch with one of them (who recently attended my Pampered Chef Party). She's still on my MySpace friends list. Woohoo. How teenager of me. Anyway, MySpace has that new feature that tells you which friends have updated which aspects of their respective profiles every time you log in. Every single time I log in, it says this woman has updated something in her photo album. I generally don't look: except for in cases involving pictures of the other play group. Specifically, pictures of the other play group's mom's night out. Sick curiosity, I guess?
It's nothing new to me that the other group likes to party hardy. A few of their members actually complained while in our play group -- saying that our mom's night outs were too boring...even though more than a few of them involved going to some club and drinking and dancing the night away. But I digress. Anyway, so today I log into MySpace and see that she has new mom's night out pictures. I must click! I must see! I clicked. I saw...too much. Here were scores of pictures of grown women (Mom's nonetheless) drinking it up -- even taking shots from between the other's boobs! Oh my goodness! Surely I was looking at some young college co-ed's profile. But no, I wasn't. I was looking at the MySpace photo album of a 30-something mother of a preschooler. And there she was, in all of her motherly glory, gettin' her drink on and posting it all over the internet. She's proud of her indiscretions. I suppose she has a right.
But where does a night of fun end and utter lack of responsibility begin? I totally get needing a break from the kids and all. I mean, far be it from me to look down on any woman for that. Have a few drinks, even. But why post pictures of your immature escapades online?
Did I miss something in the cool-mom manual?