I'd like to imagine what Erma Bombeck would have said about the hipster parenting brouhaha. For the uninitiated, Erma Bombeck is the matriarch ruler of
the mother-humor genre. Long before women who took to blogs were
accused of being Handmaidens of Narcissus, there
was Erma. She wrote from the late 40s until her death in the mid-90s. Her prize humor was clever without being angry, revolutionary but not self-consciously so. She was the heroine of the stay-at-homes and we sure could use her levity and wry wit these days.
While some of her jokes about football-watching husbands (are they still allowed to do that?) seem dated, her quips about having "fun" banging her head against the top bunk ring true, though today's mama would more likely joke about needing a morning vat of wine than self-flagellating with furniture.
So what do you think of hip parenting, Erma? I can just hear her laugh out loud and say "the only hip parenting I know about is midnight ice cream cake extravaganzas followed by stretchy polyester pants straining over hips wider than my husband's car."
