"But Rachel also has another hobby, one that makes her a bit different from the other moms in her Texas suburb—not that she talks about it with them. Once a month or so, after she and her husband put the kids to bed, Rachel texts her in-laws—who live just down the street—to make sure they’re home and available in the event of an emergency.
“And then, Rachel takes a generous dose of magic mushrooms, or sometimes MDMA, and—there’s really no other way to say this— spends the next several hours tripping balls.”
Eh, I’ve done enough of both of them to say that it’s sometimes hard to look at your phone screen. I have two kids. I still get together with friends one time every year to “trip balls,” it’s become a bit of a ritual weekend for six adults with children of various ages. Step one is we all get rid of the kids. That is probably the only gripe I have here with Rachel, but she also does have a sober adult in the house.
I just couldn’t and wouldn’t do any of it with my kids anywhere around me. Imagine you’re peaking and little Susie fucking vomits all over her bed and needs mommy, because kids fet that way. Do you want to be on mushrooms/MDMA?
I generally agree with you though. I doubt Rachel is taking three or four tabs of acid and disappearing, or a .3 of MDMA. There are most definitely doses that are manageable yet mind-altering. I guess the kid thing comes down to risk tolerance and personal preference. I don’t think the kid is somehow unsafe.