I have a friend who grew up in a super Christian household and was even homeschooled for a time. Now she is a outspoken feminist who talks about sex constantly and posts pictures of her nipple piercings and tattoos to Instagram. I definitely think these things are related.

My son just had the surgery and it was not as simple and easy as we were led to believe. They overcorrected and caused him to become cross eyed. Then they decided that putting eye patches on him would surely fix the problem. When putting eye patches on a one year old wasn’t wildly successful, they decided that surely…

My theory is that he has untreated exotropia, which means your eyes point out instead of straight ahead. Sometimes it’s called “walleyed,” which I find hilarious for some reason. People who have it look kind of off. Source: my son and father were exotropic.

I read it as “bathroom” because my poor person eyes/brain couldn’t even contemplate that someone might have a ballroom.

There are typically two ways in which this word is used. One is a nasally gym teacher saying, “Hustle, girls, hustle!” and the other is in a rap song. Obviously, rappers did not invent the term, but they did popularize a specific use of the word. The author is arguing that it’s problematic for a wealthy white lady who…

Her email address is totally motherhustler@gmail.com. Or something with “mama” in it. I hate people who describe themselves as a “mama.”

Ugggghhhhh. Are these people being purposefully obtuse, or what? “I personally, have never heard of any other usage for the word ‘hustle,’ so obviously there is nothing wrong here!” This is textbook cultural appropriation.

The minute you see trite, “inspirational,” phrases appearing on IG or FB, you know that lady is going through something. Stuff like that always makes me a little worried/nauseous. Like the other shoe is juuuuuuust about to drop.

It is mind boggling how quickly they can pick that stuff up. I stay at home with my kids, so I have a lot of control over what they are exposed to, but my daughter is still obsessed with all things pink and princessy. HOW? WHY? AM I FAILING AS A MOTHER?

I had a kid masturbating under his jacket DURING CLASS. He was a Special Education student, but no one thought to warn me ahead of time of his...proclivities. Oh, it was so much fun when I was a middle school teacher.

I love you both so much for knowing what stimutacs are.

Yikes. I’m afraid for when that boy becomes a man. “Boys will be boys” is such a terrifying attitude.

Ugh, that sucks. I’ve only heard this type of thing from women on the periphery of my life, so I am not looking forward to having to fight with someone close about it.

Now that I’m a mother, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard the following statements from other women: “I’m glad I have boys; girls are so dramatic.” “He’s so active/curious/messy/whatever because he’s a boy.” It makes me absolutely nuts. Gender roles from cradle to grave. They can never just be doing something…

All I heard was, “Blah blah blah, Top Model is back on again.”

Don’t tell me you also like King of the Hill. That would be too much. Also, Old Kingdom of the Hill is solid, my friend.

Yeah, no. A teenager from down the street probably has more sense than those two. TWO HOURS in a poopy diaper? Your poor child.

GASP! I also love this feature AND the Sabriel series. That probably means we have to be best friends.

I’m glad I’m not the only one who gets slightly weepy every time the theme song comes on. I think it’s Kimmy coming out of the bunker for the first time.

Well, it was sorta serious when I posted this. Now I fit right in.