There’s this phenomenon on tumblrs and forums where people are now posting the worst mommyjacking offenses they can find. What’s mommyjacking?
How do I put it… mommyjacking is most common on Facebook, and it’s when someone posts something, and another person interjects with a comment 1) praising themselves or their children for something they’ve done or 2) belittling the person and somehow relating it to motherhood or 3) making an irrelevant comment but somehow it ties to motherhood.
I don’t know if I like the term mommyjacking (coined by the owner of the site STFU, Parents), but I guess it fits. I’ve seen this in my own Facebook thread, and while I won’t post screen grabs for the sake of their privacy (and because they probably read my blog and I don’t want to get murdered in my sleep), here are some examples floating around:
People on the internet are irritated with moms on Facebook, and I don’t know that I really blame them. The STFU, Parents tagline is “You used to be fun. Now you have a baby.” I’m not an avid reader, but
I would guess (or hope) that (editing to add: she does, see her note in the comments) the writer understands the amount of time it takes to raise a family. I’m no longer the halter-top-wearing, club-going 20 year old I was, and Jack and I no longer spend every weekend hiking trails or going to concerts and staying up past 2am. But we’re still fun, I swear! *throws confetti; cranks up Destiny’s Child; manically applies lipgloss*
Maybe Mommyjacking has less to do with being a mom and more to do with lacking common sense or social graces. I love my girls, and since Day One of being a mom, I’ve wanted to broadcast every cool thing that happened. ”Here’s an entire FB album of 30 photos of Remmy wearing the same dress and smiling OMGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!” Oops. I promise I quit this action about six months in.
What irritates me the most about these screen grabs above is that these “friends” are essentially saying, you’re not allowed to be tired or feel accomplished unless you’re a mom. ”OH GIRL, you think it’s hard now? Wait til you’re a mom” really reads as I’m miserable, so you’re not allowed to be miserable, and ”Oh you’re pretty and tan now? WAIT til you’ve pushed out a couple of kids” reeks of Damn, I wish I still looked like that.
If you’re guilty of some of the above screen-grabbed sins, take heart, redemption is nigh. Out to dinner with a friend? Ask her about her life. Think twice before sharing a potty training story. She’s already up to date on your Instagram photos, KWIM? I hate to say it, but it must be said… no one comes close to being as interested in your quips and stories about your children as you are. Maybe the grandparents, but I swear I’ve caught Lola yawning once or twice when I’ve tried to regale her with Remmy-Sophie-Minnie stories.
Mommyjacking, woof. Let’s cut it out so people don’t want to set our computers on fire.