Late last year, Debbie, a woman in the male-dominated field of engineering, became frustrated with what she saw as the link between the gender disparity in her field and the toys children play with. Specifically, that toys which encourage inventiveness are typically marketed towards boys and therefore lead boys to become more interested in subjects like math, science and engineering as they grow up. So she decided to do something about it. She started a toy company called GoldieBlox, with the goal of encouraging girls to love engineering as much as she does. You can watch her introductory video here. But the next step is actually bringing these engineering toys for girls in stores nationwide, especially a major chain like Toys R Us. While the store has stocked some of GoldieBlox’s toys, it’s been in small quantities, dwarfed by the sea of Barbies around them. “We’ve been told that GoldieBlox can’t survive in mass stores next to Barbie,” the company writes on their YouTube page. “Convention says that engineering toys for girls are a “niche” for the affluent, and for the internet. Together, we must prove convention wrong.” You can help them do that in one small way — sharing this awesome video, featuring a bunch of adorable girls singing to the tune of Queen’s “We Are the Champions” about “disrupting the pink aisle” with your Facebook and Twitter followers. Want to do more? Check out more suggestions for how to help at the link! [YouTube via Upworthy]
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Little Girls Sing About “Disrupting The Pink Aisle” In Toy Stores To The Tune Of “We Are The Champions”
When 26-year-old Vicki Griffiths gave birth to baby Eva earlier this month, she was looking forward to breastfeeding her child. That is, until she discovered that Eva was born with two formidable, bottom teeth. Griffiths quickly changed her mind and went with bottle feeding.
“She had her mouth closed to begin with, so we didn’t notice. It was quite bizarre to see them. I had been planning to breastfeed, but when I saw Eva’s teeth I was put off. I don’t think anybody could blame me!” Giffiths told the Daily Mail. Nope, we certainly don’t blame her. Though, if you’re pregnant — or planning to be someday — don’t let Eva’s teeth haunt your nipples. Only about one in every 3,000 babies are born with chompers.[Daily Mail UK]
This weekend in the New York Times Social Q’s column, a woman wrote in to inquire about how to handle a ruthless grandma who is obsessed with her six-month-old granddaughter’s weight:
My husband and I have a beautiful 6-month-old daughter. She is chubby but not overweight by any means. My mother-in-law, who obviously has a weight obsession and is quite thin, has started making comments about my daughter’s size: “I can’t believe her legs are so big when she kicks all the time.” Or: “She’ll thin out when she starts to crawl.” My husband knows that these comments bother me, but he will not address them with her. I want to protect my daughter from her grandmother’s damaging and unhealthy fixation with weight. What should I do?
Okay, what kind of sick person body snarks a six-month-old baby? I don’t have kids, so I might be wrong about this, but aren’t babies supposed to be fat? I did not know that having a fat six-month-old was a problem you could have. Keep reading »
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 »
Plenty of women decide early on that having children is not for them, while others realize later on that their lifestyle will not allow for the time, money, and commitment that raising a child demands. A new study, however, shows that the decision to not have children may have a lot to do with something else — a woman’s IQ. Keep reading »
The first few months that I had my dog Lucca were rough. I adored her, make no mistake, but training a two-month-old puppy is no joke. I would set my alarm for the middle of the night so I could walk her, as her tiny bladder wasn’t yet prepared to hold it all night. And while I was crate-training her (a fantastic method, by the way), she had more than a few bathroom accidents indoors. One time she peed on my bed three times in one day, always after I had washed the sheets from the previous accident. The impact on my social life took some getting used to as well; she needed to be walked right after work, which meant I had to skip happy hour regularly, and I couldn’t stay out late much those first few months either. But you know what? She grew up and became better trained and, most of all, I adapted. It really wasn’t a big deal. Very quickly I realized I couldn’t imagine my life before her or without her. She’s my baby.
Of course, she’s not a real baby. I want one of those very, very badly and am hoping to have a child of my own in the next few years, either with a partner or “Murphy Brown”-style. Regardless of how it happens, the child I have will be joining a family unit that includes Lucca. I’ve written about how it’s hard to imagine loving any creature as much as I love Lucca, but I also inherently understand the love for my child will be “bigger” or at the very least different. But I do not expect my love for Lucca to lessen. And I know I won’t ever reach the point of not loving her, despite what Allison Benedikt, a dog owner and mom of three, writes in her Slate essay advising future parents to never get a dog. Keep reading »
When Jackie Johnson-Smith’s child began to cry during dinner at Fong’s Pizza in Iowa, as you might expect, she fed the child and then exited the restaurant to avoid disturbing other diners. Johnson-Smith happens to breastfeed her baby, a practice that is often met with a lot of opposition in public. This time, however, she was thanked by her waitress in the form of a free pizza. Keep reading »
Some Lil’ Wayne fans will to go extremes to see him perform — like leaving their young children in a car in the parking lot while they go to his concert. Brittany Harris, a 25-year-old Floridian from West Palm Beach, thought she would get away with leaving her three and five-year-old children in the Cruzan Amphitheatre parking lot while she jammed out to Wayne’s tunes for three hours. Thankfully, an employee working at the theater was able to talk to the children, who told him that their mother had left them in the care unsupervised. Although Harris told the cops that her cousin had brought her children to the parking lot, she was found guilty of two accounts of child neglect and is now held on $20,000 bail. While I may be found guilty of enjoying a Lil’ Wayne concert, nothing is worth putting your children in danger, lady! [Orlando Sentinel]
There’s a buzz happening in Beverly Hills over a group of women who call themselves the “Marijuana Moms.”
Many of the members of this loosely-knit group of pot-smoking parents smoke the wacky weed in order to relax or cope with chronic pain. In addition, they meet regularly for lavish dinners where the herb is a key ingredient in dishes like cannabis leaf salad, chicken fried in cannabis oil and marijuana milk shakes, Orange News UK reported.
Cheryl Shuman, a 53-year-old mother of two, said the group’s joint mission is to show that smoking marijuana makes them better parents and better wives. Read more on Huffington Post…