Nicole told us about
Cookie magazine's premier issue and I have to admit, I was
hopeful. I love reading about new products and clever gift items and one of my fears in life is being the stereotypical
'frumpy mother', so Cookie had potential for me.
Today I looked through the magazine while at the bookstore with my son and husband. The first few pages were good and
although they had exorbitantly priced items ($200 boots for a child?) they had other reasonably priced items featured
($20 ladybug rain boots) with them. The handbags feature had me gagging on my tongue and shrieking in the middle of the
bookstore, "Oh PLEASE!!!!!" My husband calmed me by reminding me that, 'We're middle class. We're just middle
class, it's okay. This isn't targeted to you.' Okay, so maybe it isn't. Since my first car cost $1200 and since
I'm never going to have the money (and probably never the desire, though I admit I may be wrong on that) to buy a $1200
purse.
But what finally did me in was their First Birthday Cocktail Party feature. I was excited with the thought of a child
and parent friendly entertaining feature, but although the party was definitely parent friendly it was hardly
child friendly. The adults were wearing lovely cocktail party clothes, the only baby present was wearing a beautiful
dress (a reasonably priced Gap confection) and was, by all appearances, totally miserable.
The baby was shown in just two of the photos in the spread, the rest featured beautiful people celebrating a one
year old’s birthday. In the photo at the right, doesn’t the baby look as if she’s about to say, “You guys are drunk
aren’t you?” I’m open to redefining how we celebrate our kid’s birthdays and my husband and I did host a small party
with our friends to celebrate our survival of the first year of parenthood. But I don’t know, maybe we could make it
fun for the kids and us?
Cookie is not right for me. But as my husband keeps telling me: They weren’t trying to be right for me. I guess?







1. I read somewhere that Cookie is supposed to be an "aspirational" or "escapist" magazine like Vogue -- just like you'd never buy $5000 couture jeans for yourself, but you still like looking at them on some size-0 model who's contorted in a weird way because a photographer told her to. Or something like that.
Maybe that's why I don't get the whole Cookie concept. I was going to say that it seems to reflect a sort of one-upsmanship that's been going on in the parenting world, but I'm not even sure about that. It almost seems like Cookie tries to say, "Hey, just because I have kids doesn't mean my life has changed! I can still wear dangly earrings without the mortal dread of a munchkin tearing off my earlobe! I've never inserted a thermometer into someone's nether regions!"
And I'm not sure that's genuine. I can try to convince myself that I'm still the same person I was before I had my son, but -- to be honest -- now I think about how many times someone else poops in the course of the day. I stick my finger in someone else's mouth to see if a new tooth has popped through. I live in fear that the dryer will eat someone's special blankie. I couldn't care less about what caviar we're going to serve at my kid's birthday party.
If I want to escape, I'll read a magazine that has nothing to do with parenting. I know I sure as heck wouldn't read a magazine that treats parenting as a different way for me to feed my consumerist impulses, or my child as arm candy for the lovely dinner party I'm holding.
Posted at 6:34PM on Dec 18th 2005 by Nicole