And then we wonder why these boys grow up to be men who are unable to articulate how they are feeling. Some guys lack the vocabulary to identify their emotions, it’s as though all they know is “mad” and “not mad.” As the mother of a little boy who has a big heart, this phenomenon makes me so sad (and determined to teac…

Not an op-ed, but the book “Raising Cain: Protecting the Emotional Life ofBoys” by Dan Kindlon, PhD, and Michael Thompson, PhD discusses these topics in depth. I highly recommend it.

If you ever want to move to Canada, I can try adopting you.

Good thing that your son’s mother is a strong woman.

No apologies needed. I’m glad you’re here to comment. I’m sorry for your loss.

I’m glad that you survived that and sorry that you must carry that memory.

I chose to use a midwife, and early on she asked for an appointment where my husband would not be present. At first I wasn’t sure why she would make such a request. As soon as we were alone, she took my hand and asked if there was a history of abuse, did I ever feel unsafe around Mr. Decade, did he try to interfere wit…

That’s disgusting. I mean, thanks for putting this important information, but... just, ugh.

What the everloving fuck? This is beyond shameless, it’s detestable.

Just say no to white hosiery. 

Thank you for using the term Orca.

I am so disappointed with Nikki Minaj.

But but but, dudes don’t get abortions. Or encourage them. Or pay for them. Or deny paternity... wait, where was I going with this?

These assholes aren’t going to touch tampons. They tangentially related to vaginas, which automatically makes them unclean.

Hey, you get out of here with those pinko commie metric measures /s

Don’t worry Lindsay, you’re not alone. Other people will hate you for saying that, too.

I know, right? As I write this, I’m enjoying some lovely miso soup before my sushi arrives and thinking how darned glad I am that some Japanese people were nice enough to introduce their cuisine to North America.

“I was not born to be an ingénue.”

If you’re your kid’s friend, then you’re not doing your job, which is to be their parent. Being their friend is somebody else’s job. Get your own friends (not you, specifically, but the people who say this).

Yes yes yes!! I’m a mom an this drives me crazy! Sometimes I want to hang out with my friends sans kids. Hell, sometimes I want to talk about things that are not kid-related, and apparently this is a bridge too far for some of my friends.