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Jacob has a very eclectic taste in music. He’s only thirteen and already he’s a musical snob. He knows what he likes and hates what he doesn’t. There is no middle ground with him. Fortunately, he has very good taste in music. Of course, isn’t it ironic that I call him out as a snob [...]
My son bought a Valentine for the girl at school he likes. It did not look like this: Because that is SO second grade and he is wise and mature beyond his 12 years. Instead, what he did was, he bought a white teddy bear, so fluffy and soft, with clasped hands. Inside the clasped [...]
Right now it’s all about whether or not America is more sexist or more racist. Will it be a woman or a color that brings us down? Both are equally detestable. Neither very palatable. Not like those that are colorless, lacking in ovaries. What we know for sure is we don’t want another Republican. Not [...]
Kaileb and I got into a heated discussion about religion. It happens, though I try to avoid it. Not because I don’t want to discuss religion with my child, but because my child likes to drive me crazy with deep, philosophical discussions with serious moral implications that make me tired and then I sit there [...]
My twelve year old son is such a boon to my spirits. He has a special way of lifting me up and touching my heart. Never more so than when he discovers, an hour before bedtime no less, that he has a paper due in the morning. He does it this way: “Mama! You are [...]
Maybe it’s the steady, thunderous ticking of my biological clock. What else could it be? My life is certainly far from devoid of meaning. I’m working a full-time job, maintaining a full-time relationship, and mothering full-time boys. If anything, I’m a bit overextended as it is. What, then, can the matter be? I just got [...]
If you’ll remember correctly, and I’m sure you will, last year about this time we went to the Northwest Washington Fair. It was great fun and we decided to give it another go. It was different this time though because last year the boys were but a wee 11 and 12 years old. This meant [...]
It is important that in times of crisis and personal turmoil, such as when attempting to raise a teenage boy, that you have a good support system in place. You’ll surely be needing comfort and solace in these troubling times. I’m not talking about the kind of comfort to be found in a pint of [...]
Having teenagers is hard. This isn’t one of those experiences you look back on in later life and think, “You know, those were sure some fun times! I’d sure like to relive those years in slow motion!” Not to say they’re all bad and you dread every minute of every day, but mostly? It’s devastating [...]
i’m confused about something. everywhere i go now i hear, “bad boys, ooh the bad boys. men! they’ll just break your heart. they’re such heartbreaking heartbreakers! they’ll take advantage of ya! they’ll rob ya blind! they’ll sex ya up and leave ya cryin’!” where?? where are these men? in what area can they be found? [...]
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire
















