MODG gives me hope that one day (if my uterus turns out not to be the hellfire cauldron of evil and hatred that I pray it is) if I have children, I will not be hopelessly awful at it.
Which sort of sounds like I called her a bad mother. Which is not true. She isn’t. I think. It’s not like I know her personally or anything, but I generally don’t assume people are bad mothers when I don’t know them.
Unless you’re Alicia Silverstone.
She gives me hope because she’s so goddamn funny, and if she can be funny with a child, we all can be funny with a child. That means I don’t have to turn my blog into a weird version of what I imagine most mommy blogs are. And that makes me happy. So does MODG.