Being a crap mother and a drunk = more empowerment!


12 November 2006


Martini Moms toast a rebellion against parental correctness

WHEN Laura Hunter welcomes up to half a dozen fellow mothers to her suburban New Jersey home for an afternoon children’s play hour, she follows a strict routine. The children are ushered into the playroom or garden and given cups filled with apple or orange juice. Then Hunter gets out her real glasses and pours margaritas for the mums.

They have become known as the Mommies Who Drink, after the title of a new book by Brett Paesel, a California writer who urges mothers not to sacrifice their lives to child-rearing. Their cocktail of choice is the “momtini” — a potent Martini designed to make mothers feel better about the hours they are obliged to spend responsibly sober.

Wow, well done girls, you can all get drunk and feel proud about it.

Although I don’t think mothers should refrain from ever relaxing or drinking, it’s absurd and pathetic the way they all seem to think they’re so empowered and rebellious “because, giggle, we have a drink! Squeal!” Plus they don’t even wait until their kids are being looked after by someone else or in bed before breaking out the booze. Just thrust them into the garden then get pissed with all the other skanks.

To the chagrin of America’s guardians of rigid parental correctness — which frowns on the intake of alcohol anywhere near anyone under 21 — increasing numbers of bored, frustrated or just plain thirsty mothers are flaunting their cocktail playgroups as a symbol of their liberation from domestic drudgery.

Sorry but I didn’t realise the US was in the midst of Prohibition applicable to all parents. Incidentally, Prohibition was originally demanded by wives and mothers who couldn’t stand the idea of their husbands and sons having a good time.

Furthermore, if they’re mothers, surely most are going to be over 21 anyway?

Still, what an interesting sign of modern Western Women; even if they’re pampered to the point of not having to work, of being provided for by a man (or even the state) and can stay at home to raise children, it’s such an awful, awful burden for many that they have to basically lock their kids in a room and get hammered, then stagger around thinking how wonderfully they’re rebelling against such horrible Patriarchal concepts like responsibility and being a good mother.

“Keep drinking during playdates,” sneered one blog contributor. “Then maybe you can all get together in the ER (emergency room) a few years from now when one of your kids wraps their car around a tree in a drunken stupor . . . like their moms taught them to do.”

Fucking hell, I feel so sorry for the children of these developmentally stunted skanks. Maybe the children of these playgroups should be the ones in charge of the mothers!

These women all bang on about not wanting to lose their identity and dedicate their entire time to looking after children, which may be a fair point, but they sure as hell get mad when men try and do the same thing. Men are expected to slave away to provide for their kids, and their wives, and have to do so to cough up outrageous Child Support demands – even for kids that aren’t theirs – but for women it’s fine to stick their kids into daycare or just push them out the room, invite a load of fellow skanks over and get smashed. These women also talk of the pressures of having to look after kids. Why did they have them then? Oh wait, it must be that evil Patriarchy forcing them to have kids again.

It’s laughable that they insist they want to remain “grown up” rather than become somehow infantalized by motherhood, yet every utterance from these skanks makes it clear they’re all stuck in the mental state of adolescents trying to act all rebellious. Pathetic.

posted by Duncan Idaho @ 10:34 AM

At 12:19 PM, Anonymous said…

And it looks like it’s going to be made into a TV series!!!


At 12:28 PM, Anonymous said…

Two words:

Child Abuse.


At 5:44 PM, Voodoojock said…

So much for the ‘its about the children’ argument. It’s only about the children when you want something from some man. When someone demands something from you, it’s all about yourself.


At 6:55 PM, Darrell said…

Go to this link, great satire by this comic on the topic of all things anti-misandric,well parts 1 & 2 anyway parts 3 & 4 are just funny.


At 7:15 PM, Anonymous said…

Aloha from Hawaii Duncan! I must tell you that I am a big fan of yours. I read your blog regularly, and often times laugh so hard I have tears rolling down my cheeks. Much of what you advocate is sensible for men and properly critical of women who have COMPLETELY lost touch with their inherent FEMININITY- and the dire consequences to humanity as a whole. Bravo to you! I would however, like to point out to you that completely avoiding women is not the answer. Let me explain: SOUL-LESS AND GODLESS people run the governments of the world. MONEY and POWER are their gods. The traditional FAMILY- headed by a man and conceived in love and service to one another- is the only thing that has kept these slugs from complete domination of us up to this point. Surely you can see that as families disappear, Governments(all over)are getting bigger all the time; more intrusive in our lives. More taxes; more laws and restrictions on speech-and even thought! This has been possible because these people know how to fight men: use women. Men reason. Women do not. Women are easily led to believe anything once their emotional buttons are pushed in. The complicit media pushes this pro-women, anti-family agenda 24/7. Women are told non-stop(and so believe)that they are oppressed, abused, neglected, ugly, etc, etc, ad nauseum. The only way to fight back is to ACTUALLY find a decent woman( I know, I know, almost impossible!)and show her what REAL men(not players)are made of and start a family. Once a man has a woman’s love PROPERLY ALIGNED towards him and their family she will see what she has deprived herself of for so long. She will blossom and discover what her real, GOD-given strengths are: giving and receiving love; ALTRUISM, the service to others(husband, family) before self, kindness, tenderness, humility, etc. When ONE woman finds out just HOW GOOD men are to be with and how good she feels to be a REAL woman, she’ll tell her friends. When enough men take the time to nurture(yes, we have to DO everything-we always have-we are men)a woman CORRECTLY, the domino effect will then take hold. I know it’s a risky proposition given the state of divorce laws and the like. A man has all the liability, a woman none. But, staying home and avoiding women will only compound the problem by reinforcing the lie that women have been spoon fed: that men suck and could care less about them. As men, it’s up to us to reason through the constant bullshit(manginas/fembots could care less) and show women the truth. We have to show them that they are deliberately being manipulated in order to destroy the foundation of society- the family. If you and other men fall for it too and stay at home, then you are complicit in the crime of aiding and abetting the real culprits- Governments of the rich and powerful. Keep doing nothing, and we’re lost forever. Our actual societies are at stake. No more families = more government in the place of the family = NO freedom. We already know how much that sucks. Some food for though from a lifelong BACHELOR(45 yrs. old) determined not to stay that way any longer. Love is the answer. Always has been. You knew that; you always have. Peace to you Duncan. Keep bloggin’! Aloha! Matthew in Honolulu.


At 10:09 PM, Inkraven said…

“Their cocktail of choice is the “momtini” — a potent Martini designed to make mothers feel better about the hours they are obliged to spend responsibly sober.”

If they’re inhaling these things when they’re out with their kids as the article suggests, doesn’t that make the above quoted statement full of crap?

Isn’t drinking to make yourself feel better a sure sign of alcoholism?


At 10:19 PM, NHY said…

‘ Hey girlie’s. Now that we’ve gotten rid of men from our lives and denied them access to their children, lets dump them into a government brainwashing tank while we go and get smashed! Yippee! ‘

What a vile and sick idea!

Ahem, I’m Irish and find this idea disgusting but seeing that it look like its going to be made into a TV show, it will be a hit as TV over here only shows imported garbage like this, it WILL be shown here!

I’m ahead of my time here in Ireland!


At 11:24 PM, Mark said…

“Sorry but I didn’t realise the US was in the midst of Prohibition applicable to all parents.”

Not just parents. In Texas cops have been arresting people in bars just in case they might drink and drive. Check out this

…and the ever excellent Cato Institutes’s article… (PDF)

BTW The organisation pushing this, MADD, is MOTHERS against Drink Driving. Hmm. More women with a tenuous grip on objectivity/reality and a totalitarian outlook. Why am I not surprised?


At 8:51 AM, Christianj said…

An absolutely fabulous comment…….


At 11:16 AM, khankrumthebulgar said…

Great plan being inebriated gives them excuse for anything. Screwing a Bad Boy behind Hubby’s back while he is working. Or screwing an under age minor. In the US the new scam is when you get caught instead of being held accountable. You claim you have a drinking problem and you go into Rehab!!


At 3:19 PM, Anonymous said…

Let me make sure I understand this.

Mothers with small children DRIVE to play dates. They put their kids in the next room under someone else’s supervision and then proceed to down a few “momtinis”. After that, they get their kids, put them back in the car, and GET BEHIND THE WHEEL. Is there something wrong with this picture? Oh yes, now I remember, it’s the DRINKING AND DRIVING WITH KIDS IN THE CAR.

Remember, it takes one hour to metabolize one ounce of alcohol. Assuming the play date lasts an hour or so, and the mothers in attendance drink two “momtinis” (can’t stop at one usually), they’re driving under the influence of alcohol with kids in the car.

I wonder what the child welfare folks would think about this?


At 3:25 PM, Imaronin said…


Real class; driving home drunk with your kids in the back seat. Innocent, helpless children, under the control of an irresponsible adult. Yeah, that’s empowerment.

Dear God.

P.S. Keep up the great blog!


At 4:43 PM, Anonymous said…

I’ll bet that these excuses for mothers are driving to each other’s houses…with their ‘precious’ children. So drink driving is something to be proud of these days? What times we live in.


At 5:12 PM, Anonymous said…

Single never married never will. Marriage became a scam once the government got involved in it. There was a time when marriages were recorded in a family bible only. Now look at what you got. An out of control family court system. Raging Bridezillas who only care about bigger and more lavish weddings. Chicks like to call us serial daters while they themselves are nothing more than serial brides. Stay out of it boys. There is no benefit to marriage. Let the fembots howl with rage. Stay single.


At 6:51 PM, Viking said…

That hurts just to read.

My mom was an alcoholic. She remained and on and off drunk until she died of old age at the age of 55. It wasn’t an overdose, it wasn’t a car accident. We figured it would be one of those two in the end. No, she died in her sleep, her body just gave up after too many years of too much drinking. Martinis were a favorite, when she wasn’t just drinking straight vodka.

Being the youngest of three, I never knew a sober mom. My older sisters say she was a great mom before she started drinking. My dad still speaks of her very fondly, even though they divorced about thirty years ago and she has been dead for fifteen. He says she was just an incredible mother and wife before the drinking. The would have celebrated their golden anniversary next year. He still regrets that he didn’t try harder to keep things together. He mentioned this last just in September when I went to visit him and we took a trip out to the farm that he and my grandpa had a dairy on. He showed me where he and mom had talked about building a house.

I never knew a sober mom. Before I can remember my dad said he came home from work one day to the smell of smoke coming from a burning pot of potatoes on the stove. The water had completely boiled off. I was there on the floor, in diapers, playing with blocks and mom was passed out on the couch.

Having never known a sober mom, I couldn’t tell when she was drunk. At least not until she got behind the wheel of a car and couldn’t keep it between the lines. And yes, I have been in the car with her when she was drunk at least three times that I can remember. I can remember being 8 and telling my mom to watch out for the stop sign, slow down that light is red. Please mom I don’t really want to go on this picnic, lets just go home and watch TV.

My parents split up when I was 8 because of the alcohol. I went with my dad. Visiting mom was like spending time with a silly, crazy friend. She was fun but she wasn’t really a mom. When I was 9 and over to visit her. I still couldn’t tell she was drunk. She was just taking a nap on the couch. I asked her if I could go play games at the arcade. This was back when Space Invaders, Asteroids and Galaga were new. She gave me $80 in cash and called a cab to take me to the arcade. I knew she gave me a lot of money but I didn’t really have any idea how much it was until the guy have me two rolls of quarters for just one of those $20 bills. Do you know how long you can play video games with two pockets full of quarters? You also make a lot of friends with that many quarters. I didn’t even have to cash in another $20 for more quarters before I was ready to go home. The problem was that I didn’t know where home was. I didn’t know my mom’s address. I could describe what the apartment complex looked like but I didn’t know what the name of it was. In a city like Portland, OR there are many apartment complexes that fit the description. I had to call my dad. He was very angry. He took the remaining money away from me. It was probably his in the first place, having gone to mom in an alimony check.

By the time I was 15 my mother moved back to Canada to be closer to my grandma. I went to visit her the summer I was 15. It was great she lived close to the Okanagan lake in Summerland, BC. We would go buy a bag of fruit and just sit on the beach and read or do what ever came to mind. It was great. When it was time to go home she wanted to drive me rather than put me on a bus. She could visit friends in Portland that way. I actually did most of the driving because I had a learner’s permit. When we got close to Portland she said she would drive since I didn’t really know the way through the big city and I was still just a learner. We didn’t get far before I realized that she was piss drunk. I have no idea how she pulled that off. I don’t remember letting her out of my sight short of when she went to the bathroom, but some how she got a hold of a big ol’ jug of wine and got hammered while I wasn’t looking. I told her that I really needed to use the bathroom again and as soon as she pulled over I had to physically take the keys from her and make her get in the passenger seat. That was the most terrifying driving experience of my life. I had to drive though downtown Portland coming in on 84 and trying to get to Beaverton on the other side. If you know Portland then you know that 84 ends in downtown and it is not exactly a straight shot to Beaverton. At least it wasn’t back in the mid 80’s. Crazy rush hour traffic and white knuckles all the way.

When 23 and just finishing up college I saw my mom for the last time. She was visiting friends in Albany, not far from where I was going to school in Corvallis, OR. I went to pick her up in my broken down Honda and took her to a movie and DQ. She was so helpless, so dependent. She was like a kid. It was heartbreaking but I was just glad to see her. I didn’t know that would be the last time I would see her. I was lucky. That last time with her was nice. My sister’s argued with her the last time they saw. Even when you know that your mother is going to die sooner or later because of the alcohol it still hits you like a ton of bricks when it happens. My dad called me one bright Saturday summer morning less than a year later, to tell me that something terrible had happened. My first though was that someone died. A cousin? An aunt or uncle? Maybe grandma. I wasn’t ready to hear that my mom died.

This is how I remember my mommy who drank.


At 9:41 PM, Jack Dumas said…

“From MADD to momtini” should have been the title of this piece 🙂


At 10:31 PM, Anonymous said…

A new organization should be started, “Dads Against Mad Mothers” or DAMM


At 11:21 AM, Anonymous said…

Rachel Weisz courts controversy as she says you can drink when you’re pregnant

British-born Miss Weisz added: “I mean in Europe they drink it”.


At 2:00 PM, NHY said…

DAMM Right! 😀


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