By now most of us have heard of the “basic bitch.” If you are like me you had to hear about it from your husband’s gay co-worker because you are elbow-deep in diapers and Bubble Guppies and making sure your daughter’s red folder is in her backpack so she doesn’t have a meltdown at school tomorrow, which means you are out of the loop. So out of the loop that you asked your childless friends on a rare night out what “turn down for what” means (like three months after it even mattered). But, I digress. Back to the basic bitch.