When I was in sixth grade, I’d advanced far enough along in my math studies to be in pre-Algebra. I went to magnet school in Fort Worth, Texas, with a bunch of other smart kids who had tested into the advanced program, but when I walked into Mr. Zoromski’s math class, I felt suddenly out of my league. English and drama classes, even life sciences made sense, but math didn’t.
But instead of powering through, I found a smart boy in my class and had him help me. When I say “help,” I mean he practically did my homework every day. Where I’d previously been super keen on learning everything, that sixth grade year, I decided math wasn’t for me. That, in the words of Teen Talk Barbie, “math class is tough.”
And it may have something to do with the way my smart girl-ness was socialized. Keep reading »
A new clothing line called Girls Will Be was inspired by a simple question frequently uttered by the founder’s 8-year-old daughter, Maya, when shopping for clothes: “Why do boys get all the cool stuff?” Thanks to her mom, Sharon Choksi, Maya and other girls now have a much wider range of cool stuff to choose from. Girls Will Be launched in July with a line of t-shirts that defy traditional rules that say all girls’ clothing must be pink, purple, glittery, and festooned with hearts, ribbons, and bows. Girls Will Be shirts feature bold colors and prints of universally beloved symbols like dogs, sharks, planes, baseballs, along with simple, non-gendered phrases like “Be awesome.” Keep reading »
Has this week been kinda brutal for you guys? I swear half the recent updates on my Twitter and Facebook feeds have been along the lines of “Today sucks!” or “Why does life have to be so freakin’ complicated?!” I have personally cried in public twice this week (one outburst took place at the DMV, which was to be expected). Let’s all take a second to take a deep breath and remember that at one point, we were all toddlers, and the most confusing and intense moment in our lives was when we tasted a lemon for the first time. Thanks to these brilliant photos, we can relive the moment life first handed us lemons (and the best part? Since we’re adults now, we can use those lemons to make lemon drops!). Here’s to a happier, simpler weekend. [Daily Mail]
I know we were all just thinking that girls and young women needed another reason to avoid pursuing math and science, so The Children’s Place has graciously started selling shirts for young girls that clearly tell them math isn’t for them. Especially when there’s shopping to do, amiright?! Thank goodness you’re here, The Children’s Place. Keep reading »
The final season of “Breaking Bad” premieres/resumes this Sunday, and to get you all caught up, the kids at one local middle school put together this charming and on-point musical synopsis of the last five seasons. Follow along as these kiddos embody Walter White’s transformation from a sad-sack science teacher to a ruthless drug kingpin. Plus, stick around to see baby Gus Fring get his face blown off. (And look extra close for a Tio cameo.) These kids are the most adorable drug dealers ever! [YouTube]
I think I’m a decent aunt. Not so good at remembering birthdays, admittedly, but what I lack in presents-giving, I make up for in lots of facetime. We play all kinds of games — usually “doctor,” in which I pretend to have some terrible malady wrought by a zoo animal (“Help! A hippopotamus bit my leg off!”) and they wrap toilet paper (“bandages”) around me pretending to fix it. Either we do that, or we play Barbies.
Usually my nieces’ Barbie dolls are going to a ball to meet a prince. It doesn’t matter if she’s Color-Change Mermaid Barbie or I Can Be USA President Barbie. She is always going to a ball to meet a prince. Sometimes directly after the ball, she and the prince get married. So, last weekend when I was babysitting, I tried to set the tone for something different. Keep reading »
For the past three years, photographer Lindsay Morris has been following a group of special kids who attend an annual four-day camp for “gender-nonconforming boys and their parents.” In order to protect the boys and their families, Morris simply refers to the camp as Camp You Are You, and explains it as a place where these boys “don’t have to look over their shoulders, and they can let down their guard. Those are four days when none of that matters, and they are surrounded by family members who support them.” Keep reading »
Mattel’s Barbie doll has long embodied all that is wrong with society’s expectations of women and the female body. But there’s good news, sort of: the impossibly shaped, blonde doll’s popularity appears to finally be waning. Mattel has reported a 23 percent drop in sales and sales have declined for the fourth quarter in a row. To be fair, toy sales the U.S. and Europe have not been faring particularly well this year in general, and Mattel is doing relatively well compared to other large toy companies. But this is no thanks to Barbie — most of their sales come from the American Girl Dolls and Monster High Dolls. Keep reading »
This past weekend, Amelia, Jessica and I went to our awesome marketing manager Sophie’s wedding in Maine. It was so much fun. And so much lobster. (Maine!) There were a bunch of ridiculously cute flower girls there, frolicking on the grass, running around, falling down, dancing, crying, accidentally showing everyone their underwear and generally having a lot of fun. And it was on our way from the ceremony to the reception that it struck us: those little girls are not unlike us when we get drunk. This theory was tested 15 minutes later — thanks to the open bar — when Amelia and I attempted to get the dance party started with these cute kids. They, and us, it seemed, were the only ones willing to make total fools of ourselves (as per the usual).
With that in mind, we thought up a bunch of ways that drunk adult women are sort of totally like 4-year-olds. And there are a lot of ways, trust us. Check out our list after the jump, and share your own theories in the comments. Keep reading »
Last weekend, families across the country gathered for hot dogs, fireworks, American flags, and clouds of bug spray. So much bug spray. My family was no different: we had our annual party at my sister’s house. But our party was better this year: we had a kiddie pool and a bucket filled with squirt guns. As the Fun Aunt (read: the only one with no children, which means I have surplus energy to run around the yard with the little monsters), I quickly armed myself and sneak-attacked some kiddos with a spray of water to the face. We ducked behind bushes and trees, shrieking with glee and, honestly, relief at a the cool bursts of water on a 90-degree suburban day.
But as we dodged and weaved and got wet, something occurred to me. I was playing with a gun. A toy gun, sure. But I was playing with a toy gun with kids. Keep reading »