Nightbitch, the titular mom at the center of Rachel Yoder’s forthcoming domestic satire, isn’t like the other moms, the ones we’re used to seeing in literature and on daytime TV. Nightbitch lurks on the edges of the local mommy and me activity groups, preferring not to be absorbed into the groups of chipper, chattering moms.

I have a history of getting super excited about movements and initiatives before fully understanding the big picture. It’s very middle-class white chick of me. For example, six years ago, after popping out a child and deciding, Man, I never want to do that again, I got an IUD that magically released me from the burdens of

“Did you see my new yard sign?” I asked my parents when they walked in the door the other week. I was excited about the Black Lives Matter sign I’d recently purchased in order to counteract the ostentatious Trump display just a few doors down and the Blue Lives Matter sign next door. In addition