This weekend, a friend of mine posted the following on her Facebook wall:
Just witnessed a new low in parenting. We were waiting in line for the ferry when the dad in front of us announced his kid had to go to the bathroom. Instead of, oh, I dunno, going to one of the many port-a-potties in the area, the mom whipped out her own port-a-potty and sat the kid down in it. Right there!
This experience, as it turned out, was not an aberration. Further research on her part, and then mine because I was utterly fascinated, revealed that “kids pooping and peeing in public” is a trend in potty-training called “elimination communication.” Keep reading »
He can’t save the economy. He can’t stop Republicans from making us barefoot and pregnant at the stove. But the Barack Obama can stop a crying baby when even the First Lady can’t get the kid to stop screeching. So adorbs! Sigh. I want the president to hold me while I cry. [YouTube] Keep reading »
Glitter bombing sounds like something Barbie might do to Ken if he took a wayward glance at Skipper. But that’s not quite it—it’s a new protest tactic being used on anti-gay rights and anti-choice presidential candidates. At a public event where regular folks are able to get close to a candidate, glitter bombers walk up innocently but then toss loads of confetti on them. Back in May, Newt Gingrich got glitter bombed at a book signing, when a protester walked up his table and doused him in pink glitter. “Feel the rainbow, Newt!” the protester yelled. “Stop the hate! Stop anti-gay politics!” Then last week, while signing his book, Courage To Stand, at a conference, two CODEPINK activists walked up to former Minnesota governor Tim Pawlenty and glitter bombed him. “Where’s your courage to stand for gay and reproductive rights?” they asked. Keep reading »
A new sex survey conveniently sponsored by Trojan found that people in Los Angeles are getting busy more often than the rest of us. According to the survey, Angelinos do it about 135 times a year, while the rest of us poor cads only get laid about 120 times a year. They also scored the highest in sexual adventurousness. I’m not impressed. We all would be more sexually adventurous if it was 75 degrees and sunny every day where we lived. Anyhow, don’t be too jealous of those highly sexed Angelinos. They were found to be the biggest fakers — of orgasms that is. Sigh. Actors. And their satisfaction level was not ranked number one. That prize goes to the people of Philly, who were found to do it less often, but enjoy it more. It’s quality, not quantity, right? Ring that Liberty Bell! [LA Times] Keep reading »