Maybe you’ve been following along with what’s going on in Texas tonight, and maybe you too drank a bottle of pinot grigio from the safety of your Canadian enclave and felt the righteous indignation and fear that comes from a bunch of fucking white men deciding who has the right to speak and who doesn’t. … Continue reading
Category Archives: Babies
I’ll drink to that.
It’s Friday, and the greatest day of all the days, because at the end of it there is hope—hope for enough sunny weather to have maybe a few meltdown-free visits to the park, or an un-whiny trip to Starbucks or the supermarket, and for maybe a wet kiss or two on the neck or the … Continue reading
If you don’t want kids you’re, like, totally selfish.
I really hate hearing and reading that people—especially women-people—who don’t want kids are selfish. The way I see it, you get maybe 80 years of life, give or take? You should spend that time doing whatever awesome shit makes you happy, whether that’s seeing everything in the whole world or being unstoppable at your career … Continue reading
Ask me about my uterus! I DARE YOU.
Disclaimer: This one’s for the working moms, because I’m a working mom. It doesn’t mean I don’t respect and appreciate that being a stay-at-home mom is a lot of work; in no way am I implying that working is “better” or any dumb thing like that. Do what you want to do, or what you … Continue reading
You had a baby. NOW HAVE SOME UNSOLICITED ADVICE.
So your fetus just leveled-up and is now a human person—congratulations! You are now the owner of a shiny new baby, which is just like a ham with limbs that cries. I know you’ve probably scoured the Internet for advice for what to do with your bundle of joy and confusion, but ignore all of … Continue reading