About all I can say about this week is that it wasn’t quite as awful as last week. The French Open seems to be bringing out the worst in people, politicians continue to be idiots, and dress codes continue to be absurd. But at least we’re getting some cool LEGOs! (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny Loves Feminism and SpaceX
My dad has three daughters. I don’t know if he ever wanted sons, it’s never come up. Well, that’s not true exactly; my dad’s never brought it up and it never occurred to me that he’d want any kids but my sisters and me, but other people have brought it up from time to time. Read More A Father’s Day Tribute from a Daddy’s Girl to the Man Who Raised Her to be a Feminist (Even if Unintentionally)
Father’s Day is this Sunday, and I am left with the memory of all the cards I sent late, or the phone calls made when I forgot a card entirely. I am left with the knowledge that I never knew which holiday would be the last.
Hey there! It turns out that even if you flee the country and move to an apartment that is 10 miles from the nearest indoor toilet, crapdates keep rolling in. They never take a vacation.
I was on the phone with a friend last week and we were talking about my blog. She asked if I was going to write a blog post for Fat Her’s Day. I had no idea what she was talking about. She said, “Oh you know Deah, how you play with words all the time? Instead of Father’s Day you can write about Fat Hers Day.” We had a good groaner giggle…because both of us really love terrible horrible no good very bad puns and when we stopped giggling I said, “No.” Read More Dads and Daughters: In Preparation for Father’s Day
It’s Father’s Day. And you’re not here, but I’m not unhappy that you’ve passed. No, it isn’t because you were an abusive or deadbeat father. None of that. In fact you were outstanding in your lovingness, loyalty, devotion, and care. Read More On Father’s Day–to a Father Who Has Passed