It’s a story so sick and twisted, it’s difficult to even comprehend, but fortunately it didn’t end as badly as it could have. Ryan Firoved of Kirkland, Washington, is a registered sex offender, who had arranged to meet and rape his girlfriend’s 9-year-old daughter. Thankfully, the brave mother was able to work with police to thwart his attempts, but the actions of this man and what could have happened to this girl are horrifying.
According to the Kirkland Reporter, Firoved, who is also married, told his girlfriend that he wanted to have sex with her daughter. He was blatant about his previous exploits, and according to police documents, he told her, “I guess you could say I am a pedophile, but at least I am not a predator. People come to me and I make it consensual.” Read more …
We always knew Adele had a set of pipes, but it turns out she’s got dancing feet, too. The pregnant songstress was recently seen at a line-dancing class with some of her friends. Adele apparently picked up the country dance style after traveling throughout the U.S. and liked it so much she brought a line-dancing CD to bring home. That’s pretty ballsy for a seven-months-pregnant woman. But hey, whatever! She’s getting her exercise in. [The Sun UK]
Adele isn’t the only celeb doing something kinda-weird while she’s knocked up. Check out all the preggo celebs in Hollywood who had their pickles and ice cream on speed dial!
My husband and I weren’t making a political statement, revolutionizing the stay-at-home parenting dynamic or sticking it to corporate America when we deliberately choose to both be work-at-home, stay-at-home parents. While there are lots of acronyms for one parent doing this—WAHM, SAHM, WAHD and beyond—I have yet to see one that fits our family. Perhaps DIWAHSAHPWOB (Double-Income-Work-At Home-Stay-At-Home-Parents-With-One-Baby).
Regardless of what you want to call us, we don’t really fit into any of the categories Elizabeth Wurtzel’s now infamous piece in The Atlantic mentions. Though I do sometimes shrug off work to go do errands (that don’t involve yoga or pedicures). Because to me, it’s a necessity to do errands during non-mobbed Trader Joe’s hours so my husband and I can de-career our marriage for a few hours and do adult things. Like have a beer before I try to finish freelance assignments I’ve barely scratched because I spent all day wrangling a baby girl with a stuffy nose. Keep reading »
I am impressed by the talent of this cake topper artist who crafted such a tiny, adorable baby face with perfect features. I also think that the person who actually eats the edible fondant baby at the baby shower should be reported to Child Protective Services. Munch, munch, munch. [Etsy]
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]