Oh, but I'm Not Judging You...
Twenty-first century Americans certainly spend a formidable amount of time squabbling over the exact components of a morally and politically acceptable life. Anyone who has bushwhacked her way through the treacherous milieu of upper-middle-class motherhood, for instance, is familiar with a fearsome specimen known as the “sanctimommy,” whose favorite line—“Oh, but I’m not judging her”—most assuredly informs you that she is doing exactly that, often while simultaneously hand-churning her own organic, locally grown, BPA-free baby food.
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Heather Wilhelm is based in Chicago and writes regularly for RealClearPolitics.