The Bad Moms Club

Their Bad Road Trip, In Bad Pictures

Almost every single one trip that I take ends with me whining 'I didn't take enough pictures.' This road trip was no exception.

Most of the time my failure to photograph is due to either being too shy / too self-conscious to just dive in and take the photo. I know, I'm a freak. It's why I did well at Disney World, and probably why my kid loves me.

Princess Of The Day: Painting With All The Colors Of The Something Or Other

Are Disney Princesses all bad? I'm on a mission to examine whether or not I can, in good feminist conscience, let me daughter squee freely over Cinderella and her ilk, so that by the time we get to Disney World, I know whether to stop worrying and love the ballgowns, or try to get Belle to read The Second Sex. Or both.

Pocahontas: she's pretty awesome, right? Independent, strong-willed, and - as my daughter says - sings the best songs of all the princesses. 

Road Tripping With Tiaras

Barbies, princesses, and the colour pink: these are all topics that I have wrung my hands over again and again until they were raw and needed to be encased in totally unironic evening gloves. But I chilled my concerns about all things pink and princess-y when I realized how much these things inspired my daughter's imagination and independent play. I'm easygoing like that.

This means, of course, that I've also chilled out about Disney. Which is convenient, because Disney World is pretty awesome.