"No, I'm not a hippie. Yes, I eat meat. Yes, I wear deodorant." This was an actual answer to a question addressed to me by one of the mommies waiting with me for our kids after school. She had just asked me about Juniper's short pants and where I got them. When I told her that they were cloth diapers and explained to her that I decided not to buy disposables for my baby, the look on her face was classic. She was both grossed out and curious. The car wreck effect. Morbid curiosity, they call it, right?
"How to you wash them?"
"In the washing machine"
"Where do you keep them?"
"In a basket"
"Does she poop in it?"
"Yes"
"OMG! Do you breasfeed her?"
"Yes"
"How is that?"
"Fine"
"Wait, are you, like, a hippie? Do you guys wear deodorant and eat meat and stuff?"
WTF? Now mind you this was like a forty year old woman. At least she looked it. Was she serious or just being a jerk? I really don't know. Would she not sit with me at lunch because I cloth diaper my kid? Is it really that big of a deal? I don't think so but what do I know. I've never really cared what the next mom was doing. Except for Gwenny Paltrow, of course.
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