Winter is coming, Persephoneers. Winter is coming. Read More Ladyguide: Surviving Kids and Winter Bugs
From Miss America to Shonda Rhimes, ladyblogland has it all!
Ladyblogland had some Manfeels about the Internet this week.
We’ve got lots of cool readings this week, ranging from confused MRAs who don’t understand cat-based satire to why Cosmo‘s sex positions for lesbians are ridiculous. But there’s a lot of bad news too, including Ray Rice’s two-fucking-game suspension, assaults at SDCC, and slut-shaming Nicki Minaj and the Bachelorette. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply. Read More This Week in Misogyny is Staging a Topless Protest
If you’ve been anywhere on social media in the last week or so, chances are you’ve seen this article making the rounds: “Once We Become Parents, We Don’t Want to Hang Out With You Anymore (But Not for the Reasons You Think).” It’s just the latest in a neverending series of sanctimonious screeds from a particular breed of self-important parents who feel the need to condescendingly explain to people without kids why the life of a parent is so hard and why those without kids could never possibly understand. Here’s the thing, jackasses. We understand. We get it. It’s not actually a complicated concept. Read More Don’t Blame Your Kids; You’re Just a Crappy Friend
I love my kids. I love my kids a lot. I love my kids so much that even though pregnancy was the worst time of my life, I decided to do it again so I could have another kid. When my older daughter took her first step, I felt like she had invented walking and was bestowing it upon the world for the betterment of humanity. When my younger daughter smiles and cuddles into me, I feel the thrill of being The Most Important Best Thing That Ever Happened To Her. I taught myself to face paint. I eliminated everything from my diet except leaves and nuts so that I could keep breastfeeding my sensitive baby. I stood in line for two hours to get tickets for a dance recital that I have absolutely no desire to go to. Kids have changed my life in huge ways (career choices, house choices, my physical being) and small ways (I can sing every word to every song in Frozen, even though I’m often relegated to the role of Hans so that my daughter can be every other character), and I hardly ever go out anymore. Read More The Real Real Reason I Can’t Hang Out
Recently, Time magazine published a piece titled “Why I’ll Never Apologize for My White Male Privilege” written by a student at Princeton. (Honestly, I’m baffled that they would even publish such trash but my increasing distrust of most major websites leads me to believe that it’s all about the clicks. They knew it would go viral as most things that are this outrageously disgusting tend to do.)
In response to the piece, Time also published a rebuttal written by another Princeton student, a young woman named Briana Payton. She writes that although her classmate “…is not responsible for white male dominance in society, he should at least recognize that this social hierarchy is not a mere coincidence, nor is it a testament to the power of hard work.” Read More What I’m Teaching My Daughter About Privilege
And the hits just keep on rolling, y’all. State legislatures have been busy passing even more anti-abortion bills that are probably unconstitutional, but that’s ok; we can pick up contraceptives at the 7-11! We’ve got another batch of terrible people, but there are a few others who have earned high fives this week. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny is Wearing Pants to the Prom