I recently got my grubby hands on a second-hand copy of OK! I'd never read one before. I imagined it to be a lot like People, which, at one time, I totally dug, but which lately seems too pandering and smarmy for my taste. Perhaps I've gotten overly comfortable with the snarkiness of celebrity gossip websites to swallow all the Happy these magazines try to shovel us.
Anyway.
On the front cover of this particular issue of OK! is 16-year-old Baby Mama Jamie Lynn Spears posing with her newborn. "Being a mom is the best feeling in the world!" she tells us. It's all so wonderful and great! And she tries to convince us that Casey (Baby Daddy), with eyes as big as pie plates and a grimace that's supposed to pass for a grin, is not going to bolt as soon as the spotlight is off the trio.
Wait a second.
Lest we forget, Jamie Lynn is a teen mom. A TEEN MOM. OK! is exploiting and glamorizing her situation with the nauseatingly fake-euphoric photos and "interview".
Granted, she's not your typical pubescent parent driving around in a rusty Corolla and raising her baby in one half of a sagging duplex.
She has a large home. With granite counters!
But a typical, American teenage girl jonesing for a baby (which I don't at all get, but, whatever. They're out there.) could very well see this story, see all the publicity surrounding Britney's little sister and think, Look! Jamie Lynn is doing it. She has a great house and her boyfriend proposed and she's "happy all the time". It sounds stupid and simplistic, but I promise you: that very thought is swirling around some young, coltish brain right this second.
Not only does OK! make teen motherhood sound like a dream-come-true, it violently distorts motherhood in general. Even for those of us who are mature, married and relatively balanced, being a mom is fracking HARD. Motherhood is not all about "hanging pictures in the nursery" and buying cute, little outfits. It's about tar-black shitty diapers and no sleep and snapping at your significant other in the middle of the night and, occasionally, wondering what the heck have I gotten myself into?
If there was ever a time in my life when I'd gush about unconditional happiness, the first three months of my babies' lives were not it.
I don't want (and I don't want young girls) to see Ms. Teen Mom on the cover of a major weekly magazine looking perfect and pretty, having just baked muffins while her fiance pours her a cup of coffee (is she even old enough to drink coffee?) and think what she's going through is easy or fun.
I want reality. I want to see the spit up, the leaking boobs, the love handles and the gloomy silences between Jamie Lynn and Casey.
If OK! won't do it for me, they should do it for the girls who need to hear the truth.
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