Dear C,
I can’t help feeling there is some perfectly logical explanation for the sudden appearance, and flourishing of the lesser spotted Stepford Nanny, who is so clearly more intelligent, talented and more competent than ourselves. Could it be that these women have more time to focus on their accomplishments, being generally unburdened by the demands of yoga, therapy (retail and otherwise) and Auction Nazis, let alone the heavy toll exacted by offspring and spouse? Lord knows, we would probably have the cure for cancer by now – or at least, for cellulite – if it weren’t for the sheer maintenance involved in keeping body and soul together. As a matter of fact, these days, I spend more time (and money) on myself than the family minivan, getting waxed, spray-painted and generally re-treaded for the road. But lest we get despondent, dear C., at the idea that we now lack the skills required to wipe the precious behinds of the average Northwest DC child, remember that with the arrival of the Stepford Nanny, can the blockbuster expose of ‘The Myth of the Supernanny: How you Can’t Do or Have it All’ be far behind? Welcome to the club, sisters.
Faithfully,
P.
