The moms dig into a cannabis-infused three-course meal.Being a mom is hard. Really hard at times. Even after our little ones start sleeping through the night, playing independently, and finally understanding the command "go to sleep," we moms are still perpetually exhausted. It took me years to finally accept that is what it's like to be a mom -- always pulled in a million different directions thanks to family, work, preschool auctions, recitals, playdates, etc. I've accepted it as just a way of life. Not so for everyone.

A group of Beverly Hills moms proudly admit they've turned to marijuana to cope with this constant frenzy. In fact, it goes beyond the occasional puff-puff in the bathroom when the kids are asleep, with the window open and a towel rolled up along the bottom edge of the door. These women are having lavish dinner parties with pot as the preferred main dish.

A recent study has concluded that couples who are active on Facebook tend to have more loving, fulfilled relationships. Just kidding. Facebook does more harm than good in all aspects of life. You know that. The study actually claims the opposite, saying that couples who are on Facebook have higher incidents of cheating than those who aren't. Go figure.

Now, I don't think that Facebook is responsible for the demise of couples who genuinely have solid relationships, but for those who don't, of course Facebook is going to make them more apt to cheat. I mean, have you ever logged on?

I've heard some pretty dumb ideas on how to promote breastfeeding over the years. But here's a new one: a ban on bottles. Not a ban on formula. A ban on bottles.

As in the things that babies use to drink both formula AND breast milk.

The older my daughter gets, the more uncomfortable I become with the temperature of the conversation over what teenage girls are wearing. Yes, I want my daughter to show a little class with the clothes she chooses. No, I don't want her to feel that it's OK for men to leer at her ... no matter what she's wearing.

Recently I've come to realize that a part of raising a girl in America is teaching her that she doesn't have to take inappropriate overtures from men. And the only way to do that is to tell the men to take a hike.

Ugh, no thank you for this. Star magazine has come up with a new low in celeb gossip -- and that's saying a lot from someone who writes about celeb gossip all day, every day. They're doing their annual "report cards" for celebrity moms. Yes, Star, bastion of parenting wisdom, is judging famous women for their mothering skills. And this is my cue to leave civilization and build a new home on a deserted island. It was nice knowing you, modern life. But this is just too much for me.

I'm kidding -- I can't get good Wi-Fi on a deserted island. But I still hate this "best" and "worst" moms idea. Let me tell you why I think the mom report cards issue is the grossest issue of Star of the year.

Uberstylist Rachel Zoe often posts photos of her 2-year-old son Skyler on Instagram. "Talk about bed head! xoRZ" was the caption for this latest shot, which showcases his amazing saucer eyes as well as his now trademark fluffy curls.

Pretty undeniably adorable, right?

Well, not to everyone. For reasons I don't quite get, this particular snapshot has inspired some pretty hostile comments. 

It may not always feel like it, but there are laws in the United States designed to protect breastfeeding moms from being shamed for nursing in public. Unfortunately, when you step inside a private home and want to breastfeed, all bets are off. Your dingbat mother-in-law, cranky neighbor, or puritanical PTO mom has the right to tell you to head into the bathroom if your baby wants to get his eat on.

So moms, what are you going to do about it?

Graduation day. Theoretically, it's supposed to be a milestone moment in life. A memory to cherish. Personally, I found the experience of graduating from high school to be less about pomp and circumstance and more about the discomfort of sitting on a folding chair in a hot, sticky gymnasium wearing an itchy polyester gown and a matching cap that kept sliding off my head, but that's not really the point. The point is, everybody should have the opportunity to experience this rite of passage, whether it ends up being profound or profoundly lame, and South Carolina high school senior Haley Coker was robbed of said opportunity for a really, really stupid reason.