The cover of J. Cole’s 2014 Forest Hills Drive album features a photo of the rapper sitting on the roof of his childhood home, the single-family dwelling that he and his family moved into after years spent living in a trailer park. At some point, his mom, a single mother, lost the house because of financial hardship, but years later as an adult with his own money, Cole bought the house back. But buying the house wasn’t just about using it as a symbol on his album cover, nor did Cole or any of his family actually move into the house on Forest Hills Drive. Instead, Cole announced his plans to turn the home into a rent-free haven for women like his mother, raising multiple kids on their own. Keep reading »
A big part of the reason why I don’t want to have kids is that I think that this is probably one of the most dull times in history to be a kid. I look at those plastic playgrounds with only those diaper-looking swings, and no merry go-rounds or see-saws or legit slides (sorry, but your four-foot high plastic slide is a slide made of lies) and I feel deeply sad. I look at kids going trick-or-treating, with their parents, at three in the afternoon and I just want to give up on the world altogether.
To be perfectly frank, the idea of living amongst people raised in this manner fills me with absolute dread and despair. There is no question in my mind that these children, once adults, will be exquisitely intolerable. In 20 years we will be living in a nation of gluten-free Taylor Swifts, and that is a terrifying thought. Keep reading »
New York magazine’s splendid “Science of Us” section released a whopper of an interview today, talking to an anonymous female who was in a sexual relationship with her father. The opening narrative of the article focused on “Genetic Sexual Attraction,” a phrase coined by an incest support group to describe the relationships between adopted children and the biological relatives they’d reconnected with later in life, before jumping into an interview with the anonymous woman, who New York assured readers was a consenting adult. And while the girl in question is technically a consenting adult, the biggest takeaway from reading the article wasn’t the intricacies of her taboo relationship: it was how young she was, clocking in at just 18-years-old. Keep reading »
Breastfeeding in public just got a major, holy, endorsement. Pope Francis recently told mothers that they could breastfeed in the Sistine Chapel. While presiding over the baptism of 33 babies, the leader of the Catholic church said, “You mothers give your children milk and even now, if they cry because they are hungry, breastfeed them, don’t worry.” Later, during the mass, he urged the congregation to think of impoverished women struggling to feed their children.
So, what’s the big deal? Why are people getting all excited by this? I mean, it’s not like the Sistine Chapel doesn’t already have its fair share of boobs all over the place. Artwork notwithstanding, this vocal support for nursing in public by the Pope is rather significant, particularly as mothers in the U.S. are still being hassled for doing so, regardless of their legal rights. Just recently, mother Alanna Panas was kicked out of a Maryland casino for breastfeeding her infant in an empty lobby. Ocean Downs Casino security told Panas that her daughter Lilly was a “security threat,” and told her to leave, despite the fact that Panas was nowhere near the casino floor (where those under 21 are not allowed). The casino eventually reached out with a half-hearted apology, but one that certainly did not make up for the harassment Panas felt. And unfortunately, she’s not alone. Keep reading »
Do you remember the birds-and-bees talk? I do: I avoided having to talk to my parents about sex as long as I could, relying on my sister for the info (she was only two years older than me) and reassuring my mom and dad that I knew enough and didn’t need them to tell me anything more about it. By the time my mom insisted, I just said something to the effect of “Yeah, yeah,” and then made that gesture where you make a circle with your left hand and put your right index finger through it. It saved us a lot of trouble and embarrassment, and biennial sex-ed classes filled me in on the details. Thanks, education! Keep reading »