Everyone says you should never read the comments. But I do. I read SO many comments it’s almost embarassing. I’m one of those weird people who uses them to decide whether or not it’s worth the click because, to me, there is nothing more annoying than reading a headline or a caption that is COMPLETELY misleading and then wasting five minutes of my life reading through an article for specific information it doesn’t have because I was lied to! And now I’m sweating – just thinking about it gets my goat. Of course, like anything open for public opinion, the comment section can be dangerous territory. I mean, there are a lot of idiots out there willing to showcase their stupidity and there are also a lot of trolls who LOVE to get people going (omg, what if they’re the same people creating all the click-bait headlines?!). But I’ve found, intermixed between all of that, you can also find endearing stories, enlightening personal experiences and individuals eager to commiserate and show their support. It’s not all bad, you guys.

Of course, when the comment section is attached to a piece I’ve written that’s being exposed to an audience of 3 million plus readers, the comment section becomes a different beast. I mean, as you can imagine, right? Friday, I had a piece published on Scary Mommy (you can find it here) and I knew – just based on the topic – that I was going to have some commenters who weren’t impressed and maybe some who didn’t take it so lightly. Seth and I joked for days last week about the possibility of getting my first real “haters” – a sure mark that I’ve “made it” by his standards (and Kanye’s). Both fortunately and unfortunately, when the piece was shared on Scary Mommy’s Facebook page, there were no real haters. Guess I haven’t “made it” yet. BUT the comments section was a healthy mix of support commiserators, passive aggressive opposers and hilarious personal stories.

And since it’s Monday – and Mondays suck anyway – I thought I’d share some of these comments with you.

To give a little background, the piece was originally titled “Theorizing ‘Go Ask Your Mom'” which was retitled to “I’m Sick and Tired of Hearing ‘Go Ask your Mom'” – their title is pretty self-explanatory.

  1. “Isn’t it sort of a good thing to model that a woman has ‘say’. It’s displaying to kids that woman are powerful and capable of decision making. It used to be reversed btw. Everything had to be ran by Father because he was the all knowing boss of the household.”  I mean, this is one way of looking at it. I would venture to call it a silver lining sort of thing. Personally, I’d prefer to show my kids I’m capable and powerful in ways beyond decisions that are delegated to me by a man, even if that man is my husband. Every woman is different, though, and I do tend to be a sucker for an optimistic outlook so I appreciate this.
  2. “I think what this article really details is how neurotic and controlling women can be. I.E. I am telling you to ask your mom because if I make that decision- regardless of what that decision is… she won’t be happy. Not only we she not be happy I’ll have to hear about how and why I should have made a better decision. Yeah eff that.”
  3. “Then don’t second-guess our decisions after the fact.” 
  4. “After never making the right decision for a decade, it finally became clear that mom should make all the decisions regarding everything.” 
  5. “on the other side we get tired of getting chewed out with “why wasn’t i consulted?” HAHAHAHA. Ok. I have to admit these made my Seth and I laugh because this is his go-to rebuttal. There is an obvious trend here but I’m just curious if I’m the only one here familiar with the principle of causation…? I.E. A kid is sent outside in 30-degree weather with a spring jacket and no hat and then the next day is sent to school without a jacket in a snow storm. THOSE ARE TERRIBLE DECISIONS so the other person responsible for the kid will probably get neurotic. I.E A husband creates a habit of scheduling golf outings, football draft parties and diaper parties with his buddies during already-discussed and planned family events. You shouldn’t be making plans without consulting your other half because history proves you have no memory. I MEAN, COME ON. Think through the challenge and give it your best college try – like, actually think it through and you might be surprised.
  6. Well, I’m a single mom, and I’ve never heard that phrase ever. Which would you prefer? Yes, okay. Touché. Do I agree that I’d rather have a partner to help me than to be on my own with my boys? Absolutely, without a doubt. But this is apples and oranges to me. I would never tell a parent who could afford to send their kid to private school that they had no right to want, or make an effort to get, better teachers or curriculum for their kids simply because I couldn’t afford to send mine to private school. Would I wish and prefer that I could give my kids the private education her kids have, let alone without better the teachers or curriculum? For sure. But should that deter her from wanting better for her family? Maybe that’s a terrible analogy but do you get what I’m saying? Everyone’s circumstances and battles are different and implying that no one should aspire for more because it could be worse – and others have it worse –  doesn’t help anyone. I respect the world out of single parents, I just think that’s beside the point.
  7.  “If I had a dollar for everything that women/moms complained about on social media I’d own the world lmao” YOU GUYS! I helped somebody laugh their ass off. (That’s what that stands for, right?)
  8. “Once had my son call me at work to ask if he could have ice cream. Asked him where his father was: in the kitchen.” This was the top comment for a reason – AMEN. 
  9. “This morning my husband took the 7m old to Home Depot while I slept in, except he came into our room and woke me up to ask ‘what should the kid wear’. My answer was clothes and I rolled over and went back to sleep. Like honestly man it’s really not that difficult.” Are we the same person??? 
  10. “My husband just bitched at his dad about this. I’m home with the kids all day every day, and when my daughter bypasses him and asks me, he’s always like “hello. I’m your other parent.” My daughter needed help putting on a shirt and my father in law had some trouble so he was like “I think this is a job for mommy” and my husband was like “you know I also know how to put on a shirt…” Um, does he make home visits?!

Well, that was fun, wasn’t it??!?! HAPPY MONDAY!