Oh god, the “sleep bra”. I had friends telling me you need to wear one back when I was 15 and barely had breasts. Apparently you need to hold them up AS THEY GROW, otherwise they’ll just flail down to your knees.

I’m due in July. I can’t wait for the warmer months, when I can wear linen pants, flowy skirts, t-shirt and tank tops and shy away from jeans and pants.

As a shelter worker, I can tell you that THE number one cause of pets getting lost is the owner leaving them outside unattended. Whether tied up outside McD’s, alone in the yard for “just a few minutes”, or letting them roam the neighborhood, that is how it happens 90%of the time. Whether the dog gets stolen, squeezes…

Kelsey Grammar is adamantly prolife. Therefore, he couldn’t give a rat’s ass what happens to his children past the fetus stage.

To be clear, while my conduct may have been inappropriate, I have never drugged anyone or engaged in that type of behavior.

Life or Death has a zero tolerance policy for the type of conduct alleged in today’s on-line postings. We take these allegations very seriously.

Thank you, Amber. That took a lot of guts, and you’ve done a lot of good. It’s incredible how protected these powerful assholes are, and it’s gratifying to see that they are not invulnerable.

I HATE people who shit on parents who choose formula. I HATE them. I was a huge baby (born weighing over 10 lbs) and I was underfed and starving for WEEKS before my parents started using formula. My mom couldn’t produce enough milk for me and was so emotionally vulnerable that all the messages about formula being “bad…

GOD FUCKING DAMNIT: FORMULA IS NOT RAT POISON!

There is this weird American attitude that I have yet to encounter somewhere else that if you are from a traditionally cold place, the cold shouldn’t bother you, and like Marshall and Robin in HIMYM, you should be able to wear shorts and eat ice cream in the middle of a blizzard. I remember pulling on my big down coat…

I first heard Tig’s routine about her diagnosis when someone sent it to me and all I could think bitterly was “Oh, great, just what I need.” I was flat on my back, 5 months into chemo at 33 for breast cancer. I was so goddamn sick of cancer and I wanted nothing to do with still more cancer.

Big was inaccessible to her and in real life the inaccessible guy you try and hold onto never changes for you. He might change for the next girl, but he never goes from being noncommittal and out of reach to suddenly wanting to get married. If the show was supposed to be about female empowerment, Carried was supposed…

And not just “Go get our girl” but Carrie saying to Big “Take me home.” Like she couldn’t take herself home. Like she needed a man to take her home. I thought that ending was horrible, horrible, and not that I was in love with the series but still, a betrayal of its essential theme, of independent women rising above,…

Opening doors to let them in. Opening doors to let them out. Filling a dish that has plenty of food. Petting with one hand when I clearly have two. Pooping outside the litter box. They will not be ignored. Unless of course they want to be ignored.

My cat needs me right now. I have more important things to think about.

My first child was still born last year and I’m turning 32 in a few months. I worry I’ll only have enough left in me biologically for one more pregnancy/child. From everything I see having 2 is so much more taxing than 1 and I’m not getting any younger, but is having an only child a bad idea? No one’s kidding when…

I know it’s easier said than done, but don’t worry about what they think. When it comes to having/raising children, people have wildly differing opinions on just about everything that goes along with it, and won’t hesitate to share them (prompted or not). Do what is right for YOU, and it sounds like you both are doing…

As a pregnant woman, can I just say that I am so goddamn sick of seeing a new study every week telling me I’m doing something wrong? This is my first pregnancy and it is scary enough without some dude in a lab discovering that I may already be a terrible mother because I ate a fucking potato for dinner.

That's one badass assistant principal.