It’s So My Mom.

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Women have been sharing their original experiences about becoming their moms via interviews I’m doing for my book on that topic. I’m really digging these anecdotes. Here is one funny passage from a woman in Mill Valley, California:

“I promised that when I was a grown up I would just serve chips and beer if I had parties and wouldn’t waste so much time and effort preparing tons of yummy special dishes for everyone–this is my true downfall, as I’ve been known to cook the same multi-course meal in 2 different versions (traditional Jewish, including all the schmaltz, chopped liver, matzoh balls and chicken soup, etc.–and then doing the whole thing in a VEGAN version!).”

Many currents of similarity are emerging from my research on women becoming their mothers for my upcoming book. Among them: When you start to do things your mother would, your boyfriend will call you on it–and by your mother’s name.

Don’t do this, men. You wouldn’t shock your girlfriend/wife/baby momma with a Tazer, would you? Then don’t do the verbal equivalent.

My boyfriend calls me “Little Lonia,” a derivitive of my mom’s name, which also alliterates nicely with “loony,” “loonbag” and “loonbaggery.”