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Bullying: Was it Worse When You Were a Kid?

A new friend of mine showed me a picture of herself back in 1980 or so, wearing a biker jacket, rocking bleached, spiky hair, a safety pin in her ear, and a practiced sneer. Naturally, we had to start comparing punk rock notes. She had lived in London back in the day, as a college…

Wherefore Art Thou, Butt Dial?

My butt has it in for me. First of all, since I had my baby it has flattened into the shape and consistency of a pair of week-old, dried-out pancakes. And not silver dollars, either–those gigantic, ottoman-size ones you see on episodes of Man vs. Food. You know how people say “She has an ass…

How to Beat the Mean Girl Mom Bloggers at Their Game

I’m nice and you’re nice. Okay, so that makes at least two of us. What do you do when the catty mom bloggers come to the cafeteria? Because, let’s face it, we’ve got cliques galore. We’ve got the memoir bloggers (the cool kids) and the coupon bloggers (chip on the ol’ shoulder) and the crafty…

Do Babies Need to Take Classes?

Do you take your pre-preschoolers to classes?

5 Things You Should Never Do on the Bus

Public transportation is wonderful. It’s good for the environment, and I recommend you take it whenever possible. However, I myself am a public transit veteran and thus I feel it is my duty to share with you a few no-nos to keep in mind when on the bus (or train). PLEASE DON’T: Eat sunflower seeds…

How to Deal with Negative Blog Comments

Over the course of a blogging career, there certain things that we will likely all encounter. Spam, for instance, is almost sure to find its way into your inbox. Similarly, it is almost inevitable that you will eventually get a comment that accuses you of being less than human. This comment will both hurt you…

Jinge Our Balls!

Don’t Make Me Hit You With This Manger

We all have flaws. I know this. I accept this. I hope everyone can accept this in me. I hope you will all still be able to look at me, associate with me and not pelt me with refuse in the street when I come clean about my prejudice. THE QUALITY OF THE DECORATIONS MATTER,…