On the campaign trail in Michigan, Obama made the huge blunder of dismissing a female reporter's question by calling her "sweetie." Well, at least he didn't call her Mommy.
Momlogic's Andrea writes: OK, here's a rule of thumb, Obama, when courting women voters don't call them sexist names like sweetie...or honey, doll, or for that matter, sugar tits. Oh, and here's another rule, if you don't want to piss me off, don't call me "Mommy." Although I fully embrace my roll as mother or mom--when someone refers to me as "Mommy," I feel that morning sickness queasiness only a real "Mommy" can know.
When I first had my daughter and was going stir crazy in my new stay-at-home role, many of my friends suggested I attend a Mommy and Me class--an idea I found repellent. Wasn't there a group of women who got together with their babies called the more grammatically correct Mom and I? Or, how about this: "Scared Shitless Women Who Just Had Babies and are Going out of their F**king Mind from Boredom Group." What? Too long?
Being labeled as a Mommy sounds like you're doomed to an eternity of changing poopy diapers and shuttling kids to soccer practices. Plus, it sounds like too, too precious baby talk. When I've been asked if I like being a Mommy, I have to say, "Yes, but hey, I am way more than just that. I'm a writer, too." "Oh!," the hapless inquisitor exclaims. "It must be SO hard being a working mommy, tip-tap-tapping on your computer and witing your widdle stories!" Uh...well, yeah.
The only person on this planet who can call me "Mommy" is my daughter. When I hear her say it, my heart melts. But anyone else, please, talk to me like an adult. After all, I've pushed a baby out of my vagina. I've endured more pain than the average lumberjack. Show some respect.