Uma Thurman’s Motherhood was my yucky pill

Let’s call this week’s review of  FocusOnStyle’s 15th anniversary online post, the anti- Mommy Chic battle of those who overdo and those who purposely schlump out, and the relvelation that comes from their “sameness,” even though they may think they are light years apart.

As we gear up to Mother’s Day let’s look back at the neighborhood of the mom’s at my son’s elementary school, the ones I called the YUMDAF’s and the OAFH’s. –S.H.

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Dear Diary:
One of the more interesting aspects of motherhood is that you find yourself thrown into a pool of people whose interests and social makeup are as dissimilar to yours as a bee is to a baby elephant.

But that should make it interesting, right?

A group of people blending together in a way that they would probably never meet, let alone socialize, other than having the common bond of being parents.

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In NYC’s West Village, there are predominately two schools– not only in the educational way– of characters, neither overlapping the other.

There are the young upwardly mobile and desperately acquiring fashionistas (YUMDAF) who lollygag feverishly around the slew of Marc Jacobs shops.

YUMDAF’s have honed their fashionability from a steady diet of “Sex and The City” with a fresh sprinkling of “Gossip Girl.”

From their spray tans to their MJ Stam bags, daddy or new hubby has the gelt to keep little missy always looking flawless, fabulous, fresh, and very much alike.

Uma Thurman In Motherhood, the movie


Then there is the Birkenstock and socks crowd of overage faux hippies (OAFH). The OAFH suffers from a continued saga of arrested development in terms of grooming, a deliberate schlelpiness with a frazzled crunchy-munchy granola attitude.

They wear their slovenliness as a badge of courage to avoid pedestrian grown-up responsibilities and, instead, proffer wide-eyed exuberance for the otherwise mundane, blended with a certain amount passive-aggressiveness.

OAFH’s made up a good part of my son’s previous school. Interestingly, like the YUMDAF’s, they too all look very much alike.

I learned to put the mommy muzzle on and tried to accept some of the OAFH’s for who they were and not what their disheveled appearance suggested.

Frankly, I really didn’t give their schlepitious much thought only to be subjected to ongoing sidebar comments of what they think about the appearance of others.

Looking like you didn’t leave the house in pj’s was a biggie. Weird, I know.

Last year, the film trucks pulled up outside my son’s school to film Motherhood. I saw shots of Uma Thurman frumped-down and in character. Most of those schlumpy references were accounted for. All the tokens for what become the visual sight gags for those needing a clue from the mirror:

  • Unkempt hair, check.
  • Appears to have not used hair conditioner in the last decade, uncheck.
  • Wrinkled baggy clothes, check.
  • Lack of bra since puberty, don’t think so.
  • Ethnic fabric shoulderbag, check.
  • Comfort shoes, check.
  • In need of a Bic razor, doubtful anyone wants to see stubble.
Uma Thurman at the NY screening of Motherhood, the movie

Albeit a rather reasonable facsimile, Uma still looks sensibly glam as opposed to the real “mommy” thing. More of a “Hollywood” urban make-under like the suburban mom that Jamie Lee Curtis portrayed in Christmas with the Cranks rather than a spot-on schlepper.

After a grade school’s worth of OAFH’s and YUMDAF’s, here’s the ironic thing– they are really are alike in their effort to belong to the unique little tribe that they follow.

Whether their tribe prescribes to the artifice of the latest ‘It’ something or the legion of the unkempt, it is still a gimmick to belong. Whether follower or leader, we all need to belong somewhere.

Motherhood, the film
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In charcter photos, via Motherhood, the movie
Uma Thurman at the NY screening of Motherhood, Janet Mayer / PR Photos


Originallly Published on October 23, 2009

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