…has nothing to do with the undead, or the sort of dead. It is nothing more than a bunch of mothers of newborns/infants getting together. That’s enough to frighten anyone. With our cold, dead, glazed eyes, our inability to enunciate, the way we knock everything over, and the way we are sure to have dirt, food, spit-up, or any other thing in our way all over our clothes. We are the zombies. Hollywood has it all wrong.