It’s been rather hectic in Momville lately. We returned from a weeklong family vacation, which you can read about here, and then I had another interview and two photo shoots with Time Out Chicago for a piece they’re doing on me, pegged to my new Parenting blog and the fact that I’m a full-time working mom at Playboy. At least I think that’s what the piece is about. The girl writing the story seems nice enough, and she’s already been to our house to interview me and Jay, and even met Preston and Barkley, but she called me Monday to follow up on a few outstanding questions and now I’m a little worried that something I said along the way is going to get me into trouble.
I tend to have a runny mouth. And I’m also way too trusting of people.
I was careful not to say anything negative about working for Playboy—not that I have ANYTHING negative to say, of course!—but she was definitely fishing for something during our last conversation. She asked me things like, How are you going to explain the difference between Playboy and pornography to Preston when he’s older? In reference to the comments on my first post for parenting.com. She also asked me how I’m going to handle any backlash about where I work once my kid’s in school from the other parents. Ya know, I haven’t ever considered that…maybe because Preston is FIVE MONTHS OLD! Okay, that’s not entirely true, he’s almost six months. But honestly, how am I going to handle it? The same way I handle everyone else who’s ever expressed an opinion that differs from mine. I’ll spit in their faces and step on their toes and tell them to get a life.
About four years ago, my high school asked me to come speak to the students about what I do, during “Focus on the Arts,” a week of speakers and panels they host every other year with people in creative fields and the media industry. Film director Harold Ramis, an alum of Highland Park High School, is a regular at this. It’s a huge honor that they asked me to do it, and if that’s any indication of the kind of attitude people have about Playboy, I’m not too worried about the other moms on the playground. Bring. It. On.