If you've seen Mean Girls, then I don't have to tell you what kind of person a "Regina George Mom" is. I probably don't even have to tell you what I want to say to the Regina George Moms of the world, because the same questions probably run through your mind every time you find yourself in the presence of such a formidable figure.
If you haven't seen Mean Girls, OMG are you kidding me? You've had 13 years of pop culture references to compel you to get in on the joke. The movie, for those who don't know, is hysterical. Seriously, put this article aside and go watch the movie. Then come back and understand this list on a deeper level. But seriously, if you can't, for some weird reason, drop whatever you're doing to watch a 13-year-old movie, you can still appreciate what I'm going for here. In the end, for better or worse, everyone knows a Regina George; the supreme among the titular mean girls.
Regina George is every beautiful, manipulative, dramatic, mean-spirited, back-stabbing, self-assured Queen Bee you've ever known. Pop culture often depicts individuals of this nature in high school, but they often don't change their stripes (or lose their stingers) once they get their diplomas. So, yes, more often than not the Regina Georges of the world retain all those "qualities" that made them so frustrating as teenagers. And, yes, lots of them are moms.
Once a Regina George becomes a Regina George Mom (RGM), not much changes except that her children rank among the pawns in her games of social advancement. That's not to say she's an unloving mother — she probably loves her children very much — but she will use anything and anyone she can to assert her superiority. If asserting herself as above you means she has to emotionally crush you beneath the weight of her fabulous shoes, she will not wince.
I promise you, and I have a body of work to support this assertion, I do not make a habit of stoking the flames of discord between mothers. After all, there is far more that unites than divides us, and I'm a firm believer in the fact that mothers coming together with their unique experiences, talents, and ideas makes us all better people and parents.
Having said that, some people are just miserable. No amount of good will, kumbaya hippie magic, zen compassion, or acceptance is going to make them not miserable or make you feel completely chill about how horrible they are. Still, we're adults and we're polite, so we keep our negative thoughts and feelings to ourselves. Or, you know, among only the closest of our friends after a bottle of wine (come on: we're human, too).