Elizabeth Banks Says Moms of Only One Child Aren't ‘Really’ Moms, Pisses Off Fake Moms Everywhere

Elizabeth Banks, the fresh-faced comedy weirdo whom we all adore, sat down for an interview with People, in which she talked much about her life as a mom. Sounds pretty benign.

Nope! What seemed like it should be an innocent PR puff piece stirred up some controversy in the cut-throat world of mommy blogging, where The Stir said Banks was "pretty out of touch with what REAL moms do."

You've been diapered, Banks! (That's the mom blog version of "you've been served") (???) (sorry)

The offense in question boils down to two statements from Banks. The first being:

Two is very different from one. When you have one kid, you feel like you can jet set around and you can throw him on the hip and you get your life done," Banks told People at the launch of BabyGap's Peter Rabbit collection at the Grove in L.A. Saturday. "You don't realize how easy one is until you have two. Now I'm really a mom. Oh, I am a mom now! This is for serious - I am responsible for two people now.

I can see how that could annoy single baby moms, because that hauling a baby's ass around town is not "grab and go". You need a million things when you travel around with your infant — from diaper bags to fresh bottles to strollers to, ugh, just thinking about it is enough to make me run out and get my tubes tied and then burned.

Let's be real, Banks probably has tons of help and so, yeah, it is an easier thing for her to strap on a baby and hit the road. Maybe? At least that's what I'm thinking explains her comment. I also think Banks was just talking about her individual experience, not the experience of all moms everywhere in time and space. I don't think she was casting aspersions on the second-class mothers of blighted single babies, I think she was just being funny when talking about the difficulties of two kids.

When she went on vacation for ten days, Banks shared how difficult it was to take care of her two kids with just her husband for help.

[We] had no help, no nannies, no babysitters. It was crazy. You forget how difficult it is to wake up in the middle of the night, how exhausting it is," she admits. "I lost all my nails. I did dishes and cleaned bottles for 10 days so I lost all those nails!

OK, Elizabeth, girl, I feel you. Taking care of babies is no joke. I watch my niece occasionally and after two hours, we're both staring dead-eyed at Yo Gabba Gabba while she drinks bourbon out of the bottle I wasn't supposed to give her. Seriously, that gig is rough. But you can't go complaining, even joke complaining, about how hard it is to take care of your own kids without nannies and babysitters in a magazine read by fellow humans. Save that shit for your Rich Moms Club* meetings — while nannies raise your children, you can all complain about hard it is to vacation in St. Barts and find good help.

*Doesn't exist, in this exact name or form, to the best of my knowledge. If someone reading this knows that it does, please email me, as I would like to attend a meeting and get gel pedicures and hot stone massages as we complain about how our nannies are stealing from us.

[The Stir]