It may come as a shock, but this is something all mothers throughout time have had to put up with. Millennial mothers’ experiences are no different from those of Boomers, the Greatest Generation, the Lost Generation, and on back. Perpetuating negative stereotypes and Boomer bashing is a regrettable way to attract readers. Some of the worst, unsolicited advice I got as a young mother came, not from older women, but from my contemporaries. People are complex. We have good days and bad days. We aren’t as good as the best thing we’ve done or as bad as the worst. The last thing we need is another label. They reduce human beings to memes. When we slap a label on someone, we do both ourselves and them an injustice. We might be surprised how much value the Susans, the Felicias, and yes, even the Karens of the world have to offer, if we’d only stop judging for a minute and get to know them better. The best advice I ever got when my son was a baby was to pick my battles. I respectfully submit that railing against unwelcome advice is one from which it’s wise to stand down. Like it or not, people will continue to offer it. You’re under no obligation to take it. Just smile and say, “Interesting thought, look after yourself.” Then go about your business. I realize this advice may not be welcome either, sorry about that. Deal with it. I certainly had to.