Imagine your next formal event. Now picture meeting a man in a tuxedo, asking him, “So what do you do?” and hearing him reply, “I’m a stay-at-home dad.”
How do you respond? As a veteran at-home father (and now writer), I can attest that most men — and some women — stumble here, though progress inches along. Of the many less-than-appropriate replies I have heard while in a tux, regular suit, or just “average dad” clothes at various social events, here is the most memorable: “You must like watching cartoons.”
Not exactly a having-it-all moment. Read more on Ask Men…
There’s something to be said for a full, well-rounded group of friends — a support network that can be there for you no matter what you need. Although some friends check off plenty of boxes, it’s hard to depend on just one person. That’s why we’re highlighting important relationships everyone should have, just in time for Friendship Day on Sunday. For a sentimental look at the sorts of people you should surround yourself with, take a look at seven must-have friends in every woman’s life. Read more on Tres Sugar…
When I find out a friend or acquaintance is getting married, I’m happy for them, but I definitely don’t sit around waiting for my invitation to the wedding to arrive. I enjoy weddings, but the only ones I actually want to attend are the ones being held by people who I really love and know well — I certainly don’t care, nor am I offended when someone who is part of my peripheral circle or just a random Facebook friend doesn’t invite me to theirs. Which is why it is absolutely absurd to me that a bride would deem it necessary to publicly inform and explain why you might not be receiving an invitation to her upcoming nuptials, especially in the form of a Facebook post. But that’s exactly what one self-absorbed bride did! Via Reddit comes the following FB post (typos are her own):
We are sending out invites for the wedding this week. Going through the list of people to invite. We only have so much room at the church and reception. I’m going to try and make this as simple as possible so no one gets butt hurt. If you do not get an invite here is a list of potential reasons why. Keep reading »
So if we’re not all clear on the fact that I deal with sometimes-crippling anxiety as a result of PTSD yet, let’s just put that out there now. I tried to cure it by going on a big adventure, thereby exposing myself to constant emotional stimulation/isolation and it turned out to be an unsuccessful ploy that made me want to just hole up at home for several months straight (which, basically, I did).
The thing is, there are still good reasons to travel, on occasion. In June I went to Madison for father’s day; I went to New York last month to see the final weekend of Kara Walker’s Domino installation and meet some writing colleagues in person (note: Amelia and Jessica are cool online but even cooler in person), and then toward the end of the month I went to Colorado for a family reunion (/introducing the beau to the fam). I’ll be going to Austin probably three times in the next year, for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and SXSW; and Michael and I have talked about maybe visiting DC and Philadelphia next year because they’ve got free museums and museums are life (OK, that’s my reason if not his).
In other words, I like traveling. But it still makes me feel like I’m drowning, though: When I was in New York I got so overwhelmed by the whole hostel experience that I had to beg a couch from a friend (who was happy to oblige, thankfully), and I had panic attacks in Colorado induced by a feeling of both spending way too much time with the people I love and not being productive enough work-wise (yes, this merits a panic attack — think fear of failure/rejection), in addition to just not being at home, in my safe space. Slowly but surely, the more I travel, the more I’m learning what I can do to enjoy myself and have an enriching experience while not going crazy. Keep reading »
As a child, I was sick with relative frequency. I remember returning to third grade after a month off with mono, several pounds lighter, and my skin pale from lack of exposure to sun. As I walked in, all Colin from The Secret Garden, the bitchiest girl in the class announced “You’re, like, always sick.”
It had occurred to me that I was sick more often than my peers. True, my mother had a fairly lenient stay-home-from-school policy, but by the time I was 10, I’d had mono, bronchitis, pneumonia, an ongoing bladder reflux issue and several sinus infections. My sisters are the same way. We’re evolutionarily weak. Whatever.
One might posit that having two orthopedic surgeries and a few viral and bacterial infections would foster some stoicism around unwellness. Well, one would be wrong. Practice, in my case, does not make perfect. When I’m ill, I’m a nightmare. Keep reading »
A Brazilian couple, both of whom were adopted, recently shared the surprise of a lifetime when they learned that they share the same birth mother. Cue the face grimaces and gagging. Keep reading »