A Phoenix mother has been arrested after authorities say she put beer in her 2-year-old son’s sippy cup.
Phoenix police were called to a pizza restaurant Tuesday night after witnesses say they saw 36-year-old Valerie Marie Topete pour beer from a pitcher into her son’s cup and then the child drank some of it.
Phoenix police say Topete admitted pouring the beer in the cup because the child kept reaching for the beer pitcher. Read more …
I am proud of myself when I kill a spider without bursting into tears and shrieking. So I can’t imagine what it must be like to give birth on a subway car. Alone. In the middle of the night. But that’s exactly what Wanda Dueno, 24, of Philadelphia did two nights ago. While visiting family in New York City and heading to her sister’s house at 1:30a.m., Dueno started going into labor. Keep reading »
I just had the extreme displeasure of reading Elizabeth Wurtzel’s essay for The Atlantic, about how rich stay-at-home moms are “anti-feminist and helping make the ‘war on women’ possible.” In the opener, Wurtzel says that she wants to “smack the next woman who says that raising her children full time—and by that means going to yoga classes and pedicure appointments while the nanny babysits —is her feminist choice.” Why yes, we’d all want to smack that woman too. Does she even exist?
To be honest, I seriously doubt that even the wealthy 1 percent women are going around making up excuses for why they don’t work—they’re rich enough not to, and surely don’t feel defensive about it. So it really seems that Wurtzel is just pissed that some women out there can afford what she perceives to be a life of leisure. She bashes them by saying people who don’t pay their own rent and bills are immature and anti-feminist. Actually, what Wurtzel is doing is immature and anti-feminist. Sure, everyone is jealous of rich women from time to time, but to take a personal axe-to-grind and pretend it’s about feminism is a total joke. Keep reading »
It was easy to roll one’s eyes at Elizabeth Wurtzel’s recent piece on TheAtlantic.com, “1 Percent Wives Are Helping To Kill Feminism And Make The War On Women Possible.” Although I understand the point Wurtzel was trying to make (educated women who don’t advance in the workforce and financially support themselves/their families are bad for feminism) she couched the whole thing in kind of bombastic, linkbait-y statements like, “I am going to smack the next idiot who tells me that raising her children full time — by which she really means going to Jivamukti classes and pedicure appointments while the nanny babysits — is her feminist choice.”
But I want to go a little deeper than the eye-rolling. I want to look at the phenomenon of self-described feminists — like Wurtzel — judging other women’s choices. Keep reading »
I usually try really, really hard to not be judge-y of the choices pregnant women and parents make. Planning on giving birth on your couch? God speed (though I will probably choose to sit elsewhere the next time I come over). Want to breastfeed your 4-year-old? In public? Have at it! Let your toddlers run around like little hellraisers while I’m trying to have a romantic dinner with my date? I’ll probably smile at them and tell you they’re cute. However, I draw the line at two things. 1) I cannot abide parents who practice an extreme version of “elimination communication” if it includes allowing their two-year-old to take a dump on a portable toilet in a public space that I am currently inhabiting. (Read more about that here.) And 2) I simply cannot give the thumbs up to poorly Photoshopping sonogram photos of your fetus in utero onto your bare pregnant belly. It looks creepy! (I felt similarly about the late-’80s trend of live action-meets-cartoon movies.) And as far as “art” goes, it seems a little literal, no? Unfortunately for me, this is apparently a trend so I’m expecting it to show up on my Facebook feed any day now. Sigh. [The Daily] [Photo: Miss Cherie Photography]
Most dads–even the weird ones–have one thing in common: their taste in music. After being lectured about the underrated glory of certain bands and seeing them go crazy with their steering wheel drum solos while driving us to soccer practice, we feel we have a pretty good sense of the “Dad Music” genre, and we thought it was time to document it. Check out our Dad Music Field Guide, after the jump! Keep reading »
We’ve been hearing from real dads about teaching their daughters that they are smart and beautiful and that girls can do anything boys can do. Today we tackle the motherlode — her, fatherlode? — of parenting topics: dads imparting wisdom on love, dating, and sex.
For advice, I turned to Tony, the father of three girls under the age of nine; Adam, the father of two daughters under the age of four; Jim, the father of a nine-year-old girl; Joe (AKA Frisky commenter _JSW_), the father of two girls under the age of twelve; and Jesse, the father of three girls under eight.
Read on for their fab (and adorable) advice… Keep reading »
This 4-year-old girl has one of the best Ghostbusters costumes we’ve ever seen (including a handmade proton pack), but it’s her fierce expression and confident stance that really makes it work. Watch out, evil spirits and sentient marshmallow men! [Imgur]
Whenever Father’s Day rolls around I’m reminded, once again, that I don’t have a “typical” dad. He doesn’t own a tie. He’s never worked in an office. As far as I know he’s never touched a golf club (except maybe to use it as a weapon?). My dad, in a nutshell, is weird. He spent his career taking care of research monkeys. He spent his spare time turning our house into a fortress and collecting skulls. With the exception of guinea pigs, he likes animals way more than he likes people (that’s him in the picture, holding a water moccasin he caught in a Florida swamp). And guess what? He’s the best dad I could ever ask for. Here’s why… Keep reading »