The plight of the over educated stay at home mom

Soap Box time!

It has recently been thrust into my face that women are staging "nurse-ins", mommy support groups for attachment parenting, and discussing how best to have a marsupial baby. These women were normal, rational, human beings who held productive jobs until having their little bundles of joy. They are now militant lactavists, home school teachers, and self proclaimed pediatricians who know "vaccainations will lead to autism". So what made these once, rational, normal people go off the deep end? Babies. Okay, maybe not babies, but a combination of no work and all baby makes mom a dull person. It's reverse feminism gone hay wire! Of course, they have the right to stay home (if their husband earns enough $ to afford them this luxury), but they start to believe they know more than all the professionals do about raising a child. They know more than the school districts, so they often opt to school at home. If--heaven forbid--they enroll in public school, they are often chastising teachers for hours via email (their weapon of choice)and telephone calls about why Mackenzie or Jaquin (new wave mom's have a flare for non traditional names) didn't get an A in arts and crafts.
These same mom's also take aim at anyone who dares to challenge their status quo. Experts say to vaccinate? New age mom says "no"! Experts say to breast feed first 6 months of life? New age mom's nurse until baby (or toddler) says "no"!
New age mom's are also taking up old fashioned hobbies, like knitting, sewing, baking, and the art of scrapbooking. Prior to baby they had no desire or interest in any of these activities, so why now? Is it because they think this will make them the ideal mom? The ideal wife?

I want to start my own trend of progressive parenting. It will start by hiring a surrogate, followed 9 months later by hiring a wet nurse.

Why I'll never write a memoir, and more chatter from a procrastinator

I'll never write a memoir because A. I have a deep seeded fear that no one would buy it. Well, my mom would buy it, but I don't know that I would want her to read it. and B. I would never finish it.
Not unlike this blog, I like to start things, and not finish them. I read Chelsea Handler, Candace Bushnell, Cosmopolitan, and think, "Hey! I could do that!". But I don't. So what do they got that I don't got? Higher education? More life (bedroom) experience? A greater sense of humor? Doubtful. But they all have one thing in common, they can finish something that they've started. One day there will be a market for the unfinished memoirs of a woman who is known for nothing of particular importance, and my story will finally be heard.
That's the thing about blogging, and the internet in general; everyone is a celebrity. You can have 1200 friends on Facebook, 800 followers on Twitter, 700 friends on Myspace--oh, wait, no one cares about Myspace anymore--well, you get the point. So how do we distinguish between someone who should be relevent, and someone who is irrelevant (see also, the entire cast of Jersey Shore)?
Unfortunately, the internet has not become sophisticated enough to filter out all the people--and information--that are considered useless. Perhaps we should all wear numbers (no, not like Nazi Germany) that signify our importance, or whether or not we're interesting? Think of how much easier dating, relationships, working, living would be if we knew how to weed out the unimportant, irregardless people in the world? On a scale of 1-10, 1 being the most useless human being on the planet, and 10 being someone, like, really smart, where would you rank yourself? And would you rank high enough to have your own blog....