Baby showers are either a fun event or your most hated event to attend.
We’ve compiled a list to help you get blacklisted from all baby showers. Follow these 10 steps and we promise, you won’t ever have to force an “aww” over a pastel monogrammed pacifier again.
It doesn’t matter what your body shape/size is, flaunt the sh*t out of that bod. I’m talking crop tops, bodycon dresses, or just something really wild that a mother-to-be wouldn’t be caught dead in (glitter jumpsuit?).
Also make sure you’re wearing really sexy open-toed shoes. Shoes more than anything will really highlight your non-pregnancy, because we all know pregnant girl got herself some SWOLE feet.
(God, karma is really going to kick my ass for that one. My feet will probably swell so badly when I’m preggo I won’t be able to walk).
Nothing kills the powder-pink and baby-blue ~mood~ like a woman dressed like a slutty Morticia in head-to-toe BLACK attire.
“Oh I’m heading to Bali next week for two months. Maybe three. I just need to take time away from the city to focus on my creative projects, you know?”
Nothing will make you hated by a group of sorority sisters who have spent 12 hours decorating a stale room in the back of a stale restaurant with little “booties” and pink cupcakes than a scene like this:
Breeze into the room, reeking of champagne and Chanel No. 5 (not good for the bab-ay) an hour late, making a grand entrance in stilettos with a large, fashionable tote bag.
“Oh darlings, I’m so sorry I’m late, traffic was a NIGHTMARE,” you will dramatically lament as if it’s YOU who is under stress. “Sweeties,” you will purr, pointing to one of the sorority girls, “can you get me some champagne, my buzz from brunch WORE off in that lonnnngggg taxi drive.”
“Sure, let me collect your gift first,” Ms. Alpha Beta Whatever will say through gritted teeth.
“Oh! My bad! I’ve had such a STRESSFUL week, me and bae just got back from two weeks in the Hamptons, can you imagine settling back into the city? I TOTALLY FORGOT. I will send a check.”
Today is a day about BABIES. Because nothing in the world is more important than BABIES. Women with BABIES have accomplished more than anyone else, right?
Unless you’re just off major career achievement, in which case this special day, when we are celebrating the pending birth of little baby Tulip (have you noticed the flower name baby trend? I do kind of dig it) is a perfect day to announce that YOU just scored a recurring role on the next season of “Girls,” and will be relocating to LOS ANGELES in a month.
But really the day isn’t about you and your newfound fame, it’s about THE BABY.
Who is guilty of this sin: ME! Part of baby shower etiquette is that women have to suffer through them without their significant others.
NOT LESBIANS! HA! I mean we are two girls — what could possibly be wrong about us bringing our lovers along?
Every straight bitch in the room will be twisted and bitter that they can’t bring their boyfriends, but they won’t be allowed to say anything because no one, not even conservative Republicans want to risk sounding “homophobic.”
Let us have it. I mean it’s one of the few PERKS we get.
Channel wildly inappropriate single Auntie Grace (there is one in every family). Don’t get blackout drunk (that will make everyone feel better about their lives), just get like lovely buzzed and be really obvious about it and look really fierce and sexy as you knock back the champagne.
When it’s time to play games, or open presents for that matter, simply don’t participate. I mean, no one can FORCE you. In fact, gather a group of other salacious girls to gossip in the kitchen with you.
No one associates sins with a mom to be. It’s as if all the crazy, reckless sh*t she did just a year ago NEVER HAPPENED. No, she is now a mom in a floral dress ready to bake you a PIE, darling.
Nothing kills that illusion like your loud ass making a loud-ass toast recalling the times you used to get kicked out of every bar in Brooklyn and the time she hooked up with three dudes in ONE NIGHT.
This is the Holy Grail to really make you the most hated person at a baby shower. Enthusiastically compare your relationship with your dog to actual MOTHERHOOD. Gets you blacklisted every time.
Mission f*cking accomplished, babe. No more begrudgingly puff-painting onesies for you.