I was so excited to learn that I'd been dubbed "Crunchy Mom" by one of my favorite blog authors, Awkward Mom! But now I'm a little worried that I can't live up to that title. After all, there are so many things about me that would make a REAL crunchy granola mom pass out right into her Kombucha. (Which, incidentally, is totally vile-tasting...and that alone would probably get me drummed out of the Crunchy Corps.)
I do have many fine Crunchy qualities. Majoring in Conservation at UC Berkeley practically guaranteed me lifetime membership in the aforementioned Corps. Heck, just GOING to Berkeley put me on some kind of granola list (written in soy-based ink, of course.) I'm on a relentless crusade against plastic grocery bags (well, I bring reusable ones to the store. That's as bloodthirsty as my crusade gets.) I compost. I recycle. I drive a fuel-efficient vehicle. I use cloth diapers/practice EC. I chose natural childbirth. I use nontoxic, biodegradable cleaning products. (Actually, I am even more eco-friendly than that - I simply avoid cleaning at all!)
But...the list of non-crunchy things in my life is LONG. I don't buy many things organic. I don't eat sprouts, EVER. I don't own any polar fleece or even a pair of hiking boots. The first time I set foot in REI was last month, and I bought nothing. I buy JARRED BABY FOOD! (yeah, it's organic. But a real Crunchy would be making her own from vegetables she grew in her own organic garden.) I don't own an aluminum water bottle. I don't believe in gluten-free unless you truly have a digestive disorder that requires it. I don't believe in taking vitamin supplements (except during pregnancy.)
I do own a pair of fuchsia suede pumps with gold buckles. Recently I unabashedly bought a pair of designer sunglasses. I eat meat. I shave my legs AND armpits. (well, most of the time.) I wear deodorant - the kind hippies insist gives you cancer. (IT DOESN'T.) I brush my teeth with fluoride toothpaste because I don't love the dentist. I believe in evidence-based medicine. I VACCINATE MY KID! (oh, don't get me started on that!)
So maybe Crunchy Mom has an alter ego. Frivolous Mom? Conventional Mom? Hygienic Mom? What's the opposite of granola? Refined sugar? That's me all over! Confectionery Mom!!
and...that's all the time we have for today. Gotta get Crunchy Toddler up from her nap! ;)