Kate (Parker) is a financial analyst with two kids and an out-of-work husband (Kinnear) that she has to juggle around her hectic, interstate work schedule. She tries to keep both sides of her life together as she powers through the biggest deal of her career while struggling with feelings of guilt for being so reliant on the babysitter and her smartphone.

Hendricks plays Allison, Kate’s best friend and a working single mother. Her role is pretty small but she does the best with her mediocre lines and is responsible for every single genuine laugh. While Parker’s take on the male-female double standards is gratingly self-absorbed and naive, Hendricks delivers her lines with a dash of good-natured irony.

You can’t laugh at Kate because she’s so earnest and unlike Allison, she isn’t in on the joke. She actually believes that the problem lies more with her inability to be the perfect superwoman rather than her firm’s dehumanizing work policies. Not to mention; it takes Kate the whole film to finally stand up for her rights, and even then she does it in a questioning tone with a bunch of cutesy thank-you's tacked onto the end. So basically, our protagonist is an image-obsessed, self-absorbed, spineless workaholic that we’re supposed to care about because she’s drunk on the joys of motherhood.

I Don’t Know How She Does It is pretty blatant propaganda for these aforementioned joys. It’s the film equivalent of having a gun put to your head by someone who is intent on getting you to understand that women are incomplete if they’re not mothers. If you’re the kind of person who’s never seen the appeal of kids, you’ll find the dissonance between Kate’s frazzled state and joyful words evidence of severe brainwashing.

In addition, the complete 180-degree-turn made by Kate’s assistant Momo (Munn) from anti-kids to pro-kids is nonsensical and just further solidifies the feeling that you’re being preached at. This preaching is already exasperated by the frequent interludes where the characters talk to the camera, usually about how amazing Kate’s juggling act is, in addition to the near-constant flow of voiceover narration.

However, the film’s worst offense is the sheer amount of stereotypes that it propagates. For example; all women want babies even if they think they don’t. Men are assertive while women roll with the punches. Women who like to bake are judgmental shrews. You name it, it’s in here and for a film that supposedly champions working mothers; it manages to thoroughly alienate every other type of woman. The cherry on top is the fact that not once is Kate’s privilege addressed. She’s white and rich and so is her husband; a little perspective would be nice.