Hugs to you! My husband was diagnosed with lymphoma about a month before our first child was born. I spent the first 3 months of her life in an anxiety haze, worried that I was passing stress hormones to my daughter via my breasmilk (not sure this is even a thing), worrying as my husband went through chemo, worrying…

Yeah, but to be fair, motherhood *is* an unending nightmare that ruins your life. It’s also amazing and rewarding, but it’s definitely also a nightmare.

I’m so sorry. I remember breaking down when I was pregnant with my second (our landlord refused to fix our bathroom and for a brief and weird hour I beleived we literally not have a pot to piss in) and I just kept crying until finally my 18 month old (because I really know how to space them) started patting me on the…

Seeing that bag of pumped breast milk spill, I thought, “This is a horror movie. NOOOOOOOOO!”

Is Emotional Support Hipster the MPDG for white middle aged parents?

Emotional Support Hipster

While the Michael B Jordan story is cute, the only thing I can think about is how the orthodontist surely must have violated HIPPA with that post (I’m familiar with the Canadian equivalent, but assume they’re similar in this regard).

It’s definitely not a sequel to Young Adult but on its own, I’ll probably appreciate it. “Theron’s life is fine to start” even when things are fine, motherhood is effing hard. Especially in that newborn haze. Your body and emotions are a wreck and you’re also caring for a new life, and this case, other kids as well.

Wow, I am fascinated by how deeply I want to punch this movie in the face. And I am the target audience — middle aged white lady mom of a couple kids! From the minute that door opened to a wide-eyed ingenue who just wants to listen to me closely, hold my baby, and not fuck my husband or steal my xanax, I want to punch…

His bod is amazing, but I think I prefer it wrapped in a cozy sweater.

I’m going to reserve judgment on Meghan Markle until her half-sister’s ex sister-in-law’s podiatrist weighs in. That’s the only way to really know her.

If I was still wearing a retainer, I’m pretty sure I would’ve popped it during that scene, too, random internet child. In short, same girl, saaaaame.

Someone’s never read Macbeth.

I remember being a 15 year old boy and feeling I was “competing” with 30-something men for 15 year old girls. I’d be talking up a girl my age, then some older guy would come along with promises of booze, clubs, having a car and not being a adolescent doofus.
At the time, I just presumed it was normal because 1) At 15…

Exactly. Just settting the limit at 15 without corresponding Romeo/Juliet restrictions just says “hey creepy 45 year olds - just make sure she’s 15 before you start rubbing her back and telling her how mature she is for her age.” *shudder*.

Raise your hand if you were a 15 year old girl who was constantly pestered by older men. The fathers of the kids you babysat for pouring you a drink. Your friends’ fathers staring at your tits or walking in on you in the shower. Your male teachers dropping hints. Strangers pulling over as you walked home from school.

It seems really low if you are thinking on 30 something men, but you don’t really want to throw an 18 year old man in jail for dating a 15 year old girl. So there’s that.

Ugh, 15 still seems really young. I can’t believe the age of 13 was being considered. :(

I was there! It was crazy. I mostly just hung out on the couch watching everyone. Man, the club soda was FLOWING and the bowl of chips was OFF THE HOOK! The party lasted until the wee hours of 11:30 when I finally had to turn off the TV and go to bed.*

They were just pullin for their team.