Parenting today is... a lot, apparently, and the InstaParents of 2015 are all about stressing each other out by posting their kids’ whimsical, painstakingly curated, and health-conscious lunches on social media.

Leaving the spa, my mom surprised me by saying something as awkward as it was true—that we’d just had two old Korean ladies strip us down and clean us better than we’ve ever cleaned ourselves.

Andrea Forte was at work when she received the call that her child’s school was on lockdown. Someone had threatened to “kill all of the children” in her four-year-old daughter’s classroom.

On the surface, Primates of Park Avenue is an examination of a lived stereotype: an anthropology-inflected, lightly analytical memoir of coming to belong within an Upper East Side community where blonde, thin, status-obsessed moms hip-check each other with their designer bags, where absent men dole out “wife bonuses”…

In 1960, the year in which the first season of Mad Men takes place, my mother was living a few subway stops uptown from Sterling Cooper. She was a junior at Barnard College, about the same age as Peggy Olson. She married my father four years later—just as she was becoming a devoted member of what she would call “the…

It was never apparent to me, when my little brother was watching wrestling 24/7, that the man demanding to know if we could smell what “The Rock” was cooking or referring to haters as “jabronis” would become a cultural icon outside of professional wrestling. But the Instagram he posted of his mom yesterday should make…

To celebrate Mother’s Day, the Jezebel staff is sharing photos of our mothers, as well as a few words on what makes them the best, the worst or the craziest. Whether they did right by us or let us down, our moms found a way to shape us into who we are and we’re here to celebrate that, whatever it may mean. We invite…

At the bottom of a crowded subway stairwell one recent night, I got lodged behind a mother and her toddler-age son. She was bending down to level with him, his tiny primary-colored backpack slung over her left shoulder and a vinyl grocery tote in her right fist. The two were going over that night’s dinner plans.

It’s nearly Mother’s Day, so get ready for some holiday themed content! This week’s Pissing Contest is all about the mamas! Tell us your happy mom stories, tell us your sad ones, tell us the ones about weird vacations and awkward interactions. As always, we’ll post the best of the best next week!

You deserve recognition for completing the hardest break-up known to the human heart.

Have you ever seen an ad for children’s clothes and wondered, “How did they find these kids?” Adults have Tyra Banks to discover them (...sort of), but who’s going around telling the children in this country that they’re still in the running towards becoming America’s next top child model? Earlier this month I talked…

An Aurora, Colorado mother named mother named Leeza Pearson packed Oreos as part of her daughter’s lunch and says she was subsequently “shamed” by school administrators. Apparently the teachers confiscated the cookies like they were heroin balloons and sent the child home with a stern note.

A brief portrait of the woman I was before I had a child: outgoing, a little reckless, oversexed, workaholic, a bon vivant with an undercurrent of mild chronic depression. You know the type. An artiste! Just kidding. I was a regular old lady with a career and a social life.

At the end of the sixteenth century, there was an infant in France with an excess of skin on its head. The parents of the child were poor and carried their infant from town to town, putting him on display for profit. When they reached Paris, a magistrate questioned them, suspecting the pair of fraud. The parents…

"Aww thanks Mom for all the words of encouragement," wrote Reese Witherspoon on Instagram the day after she did not win a Golden Globe for her role in Wild. Inquiring minds would like to know: Is Reese Witherspoon's mother just in the stage of excessive excitement after recently discovering emojis or is she actually a…