All-the-bright-futures
All-the-bright-futures
All-the-bright-futures

I read a whole lot when my young’un was a baby. That whole boring-baby phase is excellent for us readers; we are never bored if we have a book. And if she was fussy or something, I read out loud and then she was fine. I read entire mystery novels out loud. And when I was feeling panicky because it seemed like she was

Possibly the most inappropriate image choice ever on Jezebel. And why? - seems like there’s plenty of real photos of the perp (and the toddler surrounded by boxes of ammunition; that mom’s got some issues...)

Dream big, lady, dream big.

My daughter and I have basically never lost track of the look of each other’s bodies. Well, maybe there was a brief year or so in her mid-teens when she’d cover up, and wouldn’t walk into the bathroom if I was having a shower, but it passed. Now we’re back to changing in each other’s company, sharing the bathroom when

Mine was more of a Ghomeshi type experience, it happened when I was 19, at university. I realized much later that I married my (ex)husband because of it. I married at 20 because I knew he wouldn’t hurt me like that (we were already friends) - he would turn out to hurt me in all kinds of other ways, but not physically,

Right, though?Jesus. My ex would, like, fix the fence or something, an hour’s work, and expect me to be all over the moon about how much work he does around here, while completely not noticing that dishes have to be done EVERY DAY, and laundry and cleaning the bathroom and vacuuming and whatnot... He actually said, a

I will say, though, that times have changed. While my ex-husband was much as you are (generally supportive but didn’t want to hear any specifics) I have heard my daughter say to her boyfriend “Fuck, man, I just passed a clot the size of a hamster!” and he’s like “Cool.”

Well, I would remain open to listening if I were you. Here is a real life scenario in which it could be useful to actually know what’s going on in your wife’s body: I used to have wildly irregular periods, which sometimes veered into hemorrhage territory. My husband was aware of the generalities of this, and was fine

Right, though? I would tell people “Hey it took 10 years of hideous infertility treatments and an operation to get this one, so I’m good, thanks.” Plus, one’s perfect.

My kid’s an only (she’s grown up now.) We took her best friend along on vacation. But also, she’s pretty social, so she would meet people.

And now I REALLY don’t want to know who he is.

In Quebec, you keep your name. If you absolutely want to take your partner’s name, you can do a legal name change. But I don’t know anyone who has. I think most people hyphenate their kids’ names, but a lot of people just pick one of the parents’ last names (in my experience, usually the dad’s.) My kid has my last

I kept my name, mostly because of Quebec where it is the norm (and a good thing too, as now divorced) and my daughter has my last name. She was my idea, I carried her for nine months, and laboured for 30 hours to release her into the world, and then breastfed her for two years, and my body is forever altered by all

I’m Canadian (and Scottish, so maybe that’s part of it) and decidedly swear like a sailor, and though I use cunt fairly liberally it does still seem to shock people. (I approve of Ryan’s tweet; correct use of cunt. Except if we’re talking actual female parts, in which case, inaccurate.)

When the Levee Breaks. Going down, going down...

All of that shit is cultural conditioning! This guy (and his wife, presumably) are absolutely making the kid this way. The pink, the weddings(!!!), the manicures (who does manicures with a toddler? Hope they’re using non-toxic nail polish...) - although I will say that all this shit is I think far more prevalant in

Difference is, you ARE multi-racial, right? She’s white. White, white, white. I can see if you’re multi-racial, you’d slide around on the scale of your racial mix. She doesn’t have that. As I mentioned on another thread about this shit-show, she can be white when she wants to be, which real black women cannot. She’s

Right, though? Unlike REAL people of colour, she can be white if the going gets tough (as she did when she sued Howard - lost any sympathy I might have had for her when I read that!), she’s not fixed visibly and irrevocably as an actual oppressed minority.

Pretty sure my dogs would take food from pretty much anyone. Or actually, maybe not. I mean, I think in this lab situation they probably wouldn’t notice and they’d totally sell each other out for practically any kind of treat. But on the street, they do seem to pay attention to the people around us. Normally they

I have a guest room. I don’t care what y’all do with yourselves in there as long as you’re not too noisy about it and don’t leave the sheets all crusty.