Good news, you guys! We now know what mom jeans are! MamaKaren tipped us off to this post, which explains, in detail, and with pictures, exactly what makes a mom jean. (Apparently, the defining feature of the mom jean is that it creates the illusion of ‘long butt.’ The placement of pockets is – and, oh my god, this is SO TRUE – of critical importance here, as they demonstrate through visual evidence.)

So now we know, and can all breathe easy: just watch the pockets (and the rise, and the wash), and the dreaded mom jean can be avoided. You’re on your own for figuring out what constitutes grandma panties, although I suspect that you’re already sorted on that one.

A dissertation on why it’s appalling that we call hideous denim garments “MOM” jeans is pending. After I purge my closet.

The ladies at Jezebel think that this Gap commercial – featuring the dance stylings of a horde of be-sweatered pre-tweens – is maybe a little on the disturbing, junior Pussycat Doll side. We say… well, we don't know what we say. Have a look:

On the one hand… yeah. As the Jezebel piece notes, the little butt-slide at the 8 second mark is a little, I don't know, skank-in-training. But on the other hand… my daughter loves to dance – LOVES – and her moves are a little, let's say, unconventional. There's a lot of jazz hands and modified yoga moves and you know, when you take Downward Dog and incorporate it into a dance routine it looks a little risque. But she doesn't know from choreography, she just knows that dancing is a whole lotta bouncing and hip jiggling and is it really possible, with the exceptions, maybe, of Highland or Morris dancing, to have any kind of dance that doesn't involve a little bit of the hippy-hippy-shake or some such? (No, ballet doesn't count. Ballet has a dirty, dirty past, and you think that Sugarplum Fairy isn't just a great big flirt? Pfft.)

I don't know. Any excessive hip or butt jiggling by young girls I find discomfiting. But show me any kind of spirited, free-form dance that doesn't have a hip-toss or two, and I'll show you Morris dancers.

What do you think?

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Oh, hey! HELLO.

Welcome to our club! The Bad Moms Club. Everyone's allowed. Mostly. (Yes, boys too. Dads are, after all, the new moms.) Are you pretty sure that you're bad, but, like, in a good way? Then come on in!

Why a Bad Moms Club? Why not? I mean, aren't we all bad moms, in a way? Why not celebrate our badness?

Look, someone, somewhere – guaranteed – thinks that you're doing something
wrong. Whether you attachment parent or free range parent, breastfeed
or bottle-feed, co-sleep or cry it out, spank or time it out,
homeschool or private school or public school or old skool… somebody,
somewhere, thinks that you're making the wrong choices, and that somebody is probably
judging you, right now. So why not just embrace that fact, and just say, whatever. It is good to be bad. Because if the alpha mommies and the sanctimommies and the isn't-Gwyneth-Paltrow-awesome mommies think you're doing something wrong? That's pretty strong evidence that you're getting something right.

So we thought we'd start a club to celebrate that fact, and to
proclaim our solidarity in bad motherhood. Because bad, after all, is
the new good.

And you are all, like, totally welcome to join. All you need is the will to chill out and have fun with this parenting gig, and maybe a box or five of cheap wine.

So, yeah. Are you a Bad Mom? Grab the button below and tell the world. Because the first rule of Bad Moms Club is, there is totally a Bad Moms Club. And we wanna shout that out.