The Bad Moms Club

Bad From The Past: The Day My Kid Went Punk

I’m a child of the 80s, which means I spent the better half of the decade drinking my fair share of Tab, aspiring to grow up and be as cool as Jem (please tell me that some of you remember Jem and the Holograms and loved it as much as I do did) and, of course, tuning in to as many ABC After School Specials as I could. The acting was mediocre, but the topics were always a bit controversial - dyslexia (Backwards: The Riddle of Dyslexia), divorce (My Dad Lives in a Downtown Hotel), sexuality (Am I Gay?), teen pregnancy (Two Teens and a Baby) - and I was hooked.

Bad Parenting, Mad Men Style

Did Don Draper come up with these ads? Because, seriously. Putting a hat on the Marlboro baby is just overkill, and I expect better of him:

Bad Moms Love Flashbacks: Birth of a Toy Craze

Raise your hand if you have never heard of a Cabbage Patch Doll? What! You haven't? Were you raised in a cave?

My daughter is second generation of Cabbage Patch Doll adoptive parent. My girl's precious bundle of adopted petite chou is covered in parent-inflicted highlighter face tattoos that make her look like some neon-Maori who can' stop grinning like a fool.

Anyway, the Cabbage Patch Dolls and their entire phenomenon never really died.

The More Bad Moms Know: Revolver? I Hardly Know Her.

Ever caught yourself alone with the kids and heard a scary noise?

Ever been embarrassed during small talk at the playground because you refered to a rifle as a pistol or a shotgun as a hand gun? Ever heard another mom discussing bullets and only belatedly realizing that she was not talking about formatting documents in Word?

Silly mom, why don't you have a gun?