Judging Judgement

This is sort of an emotional response post. And it may come off a bit ironic.

But here's my beef: what's up with all the judging? It seems like everywhere I turn these days, everyone has something to say about what someone else is doing. Especially in the realms of reality tv-watching and motherhood. Not as a package, (though they do often come hand in hand), but as two areas where people like to judge your choice of everything.

I watch reality tv. I tried for years to stop. I decided I liked it. It provides me with some sort of anthropological thrill in watching humans do odd things in artifically constructed circumstances. Some people think it's groovy and others do not.

I'm a mom. Alot of times I don't do things the way other moms do. Sometimes I do things exactly the way other moms do. I'm sure to peeve someone off by the mom choices I make on a daily basis. I feel your eyes Claire Huxtable - back off.

So my point here is - I'm tired of the judging. People thinking people who watch reality tv are doofus idiots contributing to the fall of civilization. People who think people who don't watch reality tv are fooling themselves and certainly they must be doing it in private. Moms getting on other moms for where your baby sleeps, what he eats, what he wears, and what his butt is wrapped in. I'm not saying that I'm immune from it. I do it, but gosh darn it, I want to stop.

The message from the Big Woo today: Everyone, let's lighten up on eachother.

To paraphrase a great tune: "Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got. Taking a break from all your worries sure would help alot. Wouldn't you like to get away?" From judging?

Now the irony (but is it really ironic or just Alanis Morissette "ironic"?) - I'm judging judgers. Can't I just let the judgers judge (myself included) and be done with it?

What a great question.

And now, a gratuitously cute picture of Mr. M.