The Otherhood: a growing population of educated, professional women in their 30s and 40s who have yet to find love or start a family. In fact, statistics show that almost 50 percent of American women are childless — yet our society still isn’t quite sure how to treat these women, placing all sorts of assumptions and opinions on them without truly understanding their decisions.
Enter Melanie Notkin, the successful founder of Savvy Auntie and a vocal representation of this demographic. Melanie’s new book, Otherhood: Modern Women Finding A New Kind Of Happiness, is part memoir and part reflection, digging deep into world of these women and the challenges they face. Keep reading »
As a father of three children, it takes quite a bit of teeth-gritting for me to admit that parents can be the most eye-roll-inducing shitbags on the planet. We don’t mean to be. The problem is that we’ve lived life before kids and we’ve lived life with them, whereas our counterparts have only experienced the former. This makes every kid-related topic that comes out of our mouths sound condescending and patronizing. I don’t think most parents understand that, so on behalf of not-spawn-having people everywhere, allow me to tell parents to shut the fuck up when they consider saying the following. Read more on Cracked…
There comes a time in everyone’s life when you’re just going about your daily routine, folding and putting away your underwear or shoving old candy wrappers into your purse, and BAM— you realize you’re becoming your mother. This isn’t always necessarily a bad thing, but as we get older, and as hard as we may try to avoid the “transition,” it’s inevitable — you will one day morph into your mom. First comes realization, then denial, then questioning/concern, then acceptance. If you exhibit any of the following behaviors, I regret to inform you that you’re already on your way to ugly full-coverage bras and cringing at vulgar Beyoncé lyrics. Keep reading »
Las Vegas hairstylist Proud mama Jodi Gholson Oliver is definitely in the running for mom-of-the-year, at least in my book. Oliver recently took to Facebook to announce her 19-year-old son as a transgender person, and she did it in the most amazing and beautiful way possible. Along with a cute illustration of a baby-carrying white stork and the words “It’s A Boy,” Oliver shared a moving message about her son, Jes’s journey to self-acceptance. Read her Facebook announcement on The Stir…
Show of hands: who else remembers roaming neighborhood streets unsupervised until dusk during your elementary school years?
I have crystal clear memories of being allowed to bike the three short blocks to my friend’s house (sans helmet!) after school for playdates —and not of the hyper-scheduled variety. We’d usually hang out in her backyard, poking sticks in holes or making forts with paint cloths we’d scavenge from her garage. Occasionally we’d run into the house for snacks, but if the weather was good, we’d most likely be found outside. Sometimes we’d make our way through the neighborhood, sneaking through backyards or meandering down sidewalks. We never got into any real trouble, and neither of us ever got seriously hurt beyond a skinned knee or two.
I’ve written before about how the childhood of my youth seems rather far removed from the one my son and his friends have. A combination of helicopter parenting, a lawsuit-happy society, and our growing withdrawal from a true neighborhood mentality seems to be fueling the more boxed-in and rigid rule-oriented childhoods we’re seeing. Keep reading »
After 10 years together, my husband and I are pregnant. Or I’m pregnant. It sounds too cutesy to say we, but it’s not happening to me alone. At the same time, I notice it’s only my alcohol intake that has dropped off dramatically.
Whatever the terminology, we got pregnant easily. Almost on a whim, we embarked on the birth control-free road thinking nature would give us a while to get used to the idea.
It didn’t. Keep reading »
Amelia Boomker, a 36-year-old Illinois mom, has donated more breast milk than any other woman in the world. The mom of four boys — Danny, Liam, Ryan and Connor — is now a Guinness World Record holder, having pumped 16,321 fluid ounces of milk since 2008. That equates to 41 two-liter bottles of soda or 4,000 baby bottles. Keep reading »
The world is divided into two types of people: those who name their wireless networks and those who don’t. Those in the former group (I’m in the latter — mine is A104 because I’m lazy) tend to go with something witty like NOFREELOADERSALLOWED or something personal like AMISWIFI. A business owner in Brooklyn’s posh Park Slope neighborhood has a much bigger problem than what to name her wireless network. Brigitte Prat was outraged when she discovered that someone had seemingly sabotaged her hair salon/toy store, Lulu’s, with a truly inappropriate wireless network name: Lulu’s Anal Bleaching For Kids. Keep reading »
Some days, being a princess sounds like a pretty sweet set up. Then reality sets in and I realize it would really suck to have gossip magazines make it headline news that you missed your child’s milestone while you’re away at a five-star restort.
Currently, Princess Kate is being dragged through the tabloids for missing Prince George’s first attempt at crawling while she was vacationing in the Maldives. Kate and Prince William were away on their first baby-free getaway earlier this month and — of course — that’s when little Prince George decided to test the crawling waters, showing off for his maternal grandparents, Carole and Michael Middleton. US Weekly breathlessly reported on this “exclusive,” further solidifying their place in hell by furthering the institution that is known as parental guilt. Keep reading »
We can thank GB Glace, a Swedish ice cream company, for their new popsicle known as the X-Pop. Perhaps they should have called it the XXX-Pop, because although the company insists that it’s supposed to be a rocket ship-esque popsicle perfect for kids, Swedish parents know what it really looks like: a penis. Making matters worse, the pensicle’s special selling factor is that it has a creamy, sherbet center that “pops” in your mouth. Oh, my… Keep reading »