We all want to be on TV, but as Ricky Gervais' show "Extras" has taught star-hopeful viewers, being an extra, a person who hangs out in the background to set the scene for the main actors, isn't pretty. The pay is low, the hours are long, and the work can be simultaneously boring and embarrassing. Knowing all this, you may be wondering why I signed myself up to be an extra on "Trauma," but there's a good reason-- save for my freelance work here at 7x7, I'm unemployed, and the good people at "Trauma" have been providing important supplements to my rent payments.
Carol Brady and June Cleaver made motherhood look like a snap. An easy as homemade pie, wholly satisfying and utterly instinctual snap. But the adult survivors of TV-land's faux maternal perfection have made a cottage industry of kvetching, griping, sharing and obsessing. Mommy-blogging and mommy lit and maternal bitching are all the rage and the latest incarnation of “I'm an ambivalent parent here me roar” is the live storytelling series called Afterbirth and its tonight, one night only at Cobb's Comedy Club.
These, we’re told, are stories you won't read in a Parenting Magazine.