Fresh out of a long, committed relationship with my childhood sweetheart to whom I was engaged long before I was ever ready to fully commit myself to someone in that regard, I rebounded. His name was Stan* and he was quiet, shy, compassionate and funny at times. I knew he wasn’t “the one,” but I had fun with him. After five months of dating, I decided that I needed someone who was more ambitious and outspoken, and called things off with Stan … only to find out that I got knocked up the last time we were ever intimate. Keep reading »
Recently, a blogger pal of mine posted a few life tips, or “life hacks” as she calls them, that she’ll pass along to any potential offspring. Her tips included great advice, like, “Never take Tylenol while you’re still drunk,” “Peeing after sex helps prevent UTIs,” and “Never click on the last picture in an Us Magazine slide show, it’s just an ad.” Her awesome list got me thinking about what little tips I’ll pass along to my potential future offspring. Check out my list after the jump and add your own in the comments.
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“Many women dream of finding Prince Charming … but for those who’ve not yet found their Bill O’Reilly, I’m just glad science has provided a few other options.”
— Jennifer Aniston‘s classy response to talk show host Bill O’Reilly, who blew his top the other night over Jen’s new movie, “The Switch.” In the flick, a 40-something single woman gets preggo via artificial insemination, but Bill says it glamorizes single motherhood. I smell a feud! [Gawker] Keep reading »
Recently I was complaining to my cousin Lei about my mother.
“I tell her I’m happy,” I said as we waited for our table to be called, “but she doesn’t believe me.” I had money in the bank, a dream career, and was in a sickeningly loving relationship with a guy she adored like a son. Yet every time we spoke, she asked with fear in her voice: “Is everything okay? Are you okay? Is Alex’s job okay? Are you guys okay?”
“She’s your mother,” Lei said. “She’ll always worry.” My cousin watched her 3-year old zoom past us, her husband close on her tail. “Before I became a mother, I didn’t understand that worry. Now I do.”
I sighed. There it was again, that exclusive club. Motherhood. Keep reading »
I just finished reading what I found to be a heartwarming story written by Marina Khidekel in Marie Claire about a 30-something woman who decided to have a baby with her gay best friend and his boyfriend. After getting out of a bad marriage, followed by a relationship with a dude who didn’t want kids, Kitty Stillufsen, was ready to start a family … with or without a man. “By the time I was 33, I’d pretty much done everything on my to-do list—traveled, carved out a career, bought two homes, and had a lot of fun … I felt empowered and free. But I wanted a family. I knew I had too much love in my heart not to have a baby, and I believed it was important that the child have a great dad,” she says.
And then while she was shopping for lingerie with her gay besties Darren and Sam, Kitty had a revelation. “In a total I-love-you-guys moment, I blurted out, ‘You two would be the best dads! When are we going to have a baby together?’” Keep reading »
It had been a bleak year. I started taking anti-depressants and was slowly putting on weight, as the side effects had warned. This alone was not a problem: guys always told me I was a little too skinny and that I had a bony butt, so I actually enjoyed having a juicy badonkadonk for the first time in my life. But as I packed on more pounds on my slender frame, my clothes stopped fitting. J.Crew skinny jeans? Couldn’t wear ‘em anymore. Vintage mini-dress? So tight it ripped. Silk blouse? My upper arms no longer fit without gnarly pit stains. I had to chuck tons of panties that now squeezed uncomfortably around my new butt. Not surprisingly, I started to get a little neurotic (and vain) and seriously considered ditching my happy pills in the hopes that I’d get my zippy ol’ metabolism back.
Then my 26th birthday arrived. My boyfriend was out of town on a business trip and left a birthday present waiting for me on our bed. I ripped the paper off and saw a box from one of New York City’s fanciest lingerie stores: inside was an adorable black and pink bra and panties set from Betsey Johnson. He did his sizing-homework in advance: the panties fit my rotund butt, the bra did not pinch my shoulders. And something immediately clicked: I am attractive no matter what size I wear. Sexy lingerie comes in all sizes! I realized I didn’t have to fit into my existing clothes to be sexy; I could still look sexy in sizes that fit me properly.
These days, I’m OK with my weight. But there’s one person who’s not — my mom. Keep reading »
Oh, dear. TLC’s
resident brood sow “19 Kids and Counting” star Michelle Duggar has received a “Mother of the Year Award.” Perhaps she is a fine mother to her children, but she is most famous for having many of them — which is not in-and-of-itself a marker of good parenthood at all. It’s silly to equate the idea of being a “good mother” with a having good child-bearing hips. (I’m not saying having lots of kids automatically makes you a bad mom — I’m one of five kids, after all — so don’t kick up a fuss!) I wonder what kinda message this sends to mommies who feel stressed with only one or two kids. Keep reading »
Five years ago, British mum Deborah Higley had a boob job, increasing her bust from a 32A to a D. Her teen daughters, flat-chested themselves, shared a bedroom and would chat before sleep at night about how they, too, wanted breast implants. This year Deborah arranged for her 19- and 21-year-old daughters, Harriet and Rose, to increase their cup sizes as well — and their father covered the bill for all of this. For reasons completely unknown to me, the Higley ladies and their new bosoms posed together for the U.K.’s Daily Mirror newspaper. Keep reading »
Everyone stop what you are doing right now and pay attention to Kourtney Kardashian’s MAJOR parenting dilemma. In her mommy blog for People, she expresses her thoughts on the controversial topic of co-sleeping. The new mom gushes:
“I know that having Mason sleep in my bed might be a controversial topic. But I have to be honest: I just love that time. I especially love how when you sleep with your baby, you breathe together on the same pattern. I’ve been able to bond with Mason so much more. Even if I’ve had a busy day, I always look forward to every night and us spending time together when we sleep.”
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