Who knew that the land of croppin' moms had an unseemly underbelly?
The scrapbook makes her life look so gosh-darned beautiful, what with all of the die-cuts and journals and sepia-toned baby snapshots, that it's hard to believe that there might be undercurrents of whiney judgementalness.
Eh, not really. It seems that anywhere that women gather -- and I say this as a woman, mind you -- there is bound to be a little bit of holier-than-thouness. Just look at Strollerderby's own recent bout with the petty tyranny of the perfect mom.
But still - scrapbooking? Is there a more benign and bland hobby?
Turns out, there's a whole roiling undercurrent of nastiness that 20-something scrapbooker Kristina Contes stepped into when she entered some of her pages -- like the one at right photographed by Carolyn Cole -- in a contest. Coe admits that she did inadvertently break a rule of the event but what followed got nasty. Some comments about her work ranged from
"my 4 y.o. does better with stickers" to "after you have viewed her work you know she has no class."
Nice.
It's nice to know that even scrapbookers get their panties in a wad, isn't it? Or isn't it?