the club
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, and, basically, to just have a good time. Because bad, after all, is the new good.
Who Are We?
Bad Moms Club Founders, Presidents and Chief Enlightened Slackers:
Catherine Connors, aka Her Bad Mother, is one of the Internet’s original bad mothers. She’s a recovering academic and an expert diaper-slinger, which means that she can wipe a bum and quote Plato in the original Greek at the same time and not get shit on her fingers. Katie York, aka motherbumper, is badder than she looks and never puts lifts in her shoes. She’s secretly married to Viggo Mortensen, but don’t tell anybody, including him.
The two of them have been blogging since before you even knew that Flickr wasn’t just that thing everyone used to do with their lighters at rock concerts.
They’re two of the best-known mom bloggers in the Great White North, are totally unashamed about loving bacon, and don’t tolerate jokes about beavers, unless they tell them first.
You totally want to be in their club. You know that you do.
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.
*Read more about what it means to celebrate badness at our Philosophy page. Yeah, we call it a Philosophy. With a capital P, even. We take this shit seriously, you know.
