Are you so perfect that you feel entitled to sit back and look for others’ flaws? Who appointed you the ruler by which all the rest of us should be measured to determine if we are successful or failures?
If I choose to do something—anything—in a way other than the way you do it does that automatically mean I do it wrong? Have you ever considered for even a moment that others may find fault with the way you do things? Read More
My daughter convinced me to watch The Rachel Zoe Project on the cable network, and as I’m staring at these twenty-one-year-old, anorexic-looking models, I’m thinking two thoughts: 1)Someone should tie these girls down and force-feed them doughnuts, and 2) Was I ever that young? Read More
It’s not like I hate pink. I don’t.
Actually, quite the contrary. I love pink. It’s my favorite color. I just don’t like one month dedicated to a disease. I don’t like the hype surrounding a specific color of ribbon to sell products and services that don’t really have anything to do with breast cancer. I don’t like to read about how very little of that money actually goes to breast cancer research. Read More
I’m going to post a photo of cat puke as my Facebook status or maybe just my broken air conditioner. I’m tired of the parade of adorable smiling children, close ups of flowers and panoramic shots of mountains and oceans at sunset.
I’ve had it with the never-before make-up shots of smiling and single women trying to be age-appropriate and sexy saying, “Notice me” – all of which I have posted, in the last month. Read More
I swore I’d never have kids. I was in my 20′s, full of hope and cynical as hell. I thought people that had kids were selfish, afraid to fade into obscurity and hoping to live on in their children. I thought it took much more courage to NOT have kids, to not contribute to overpopulation, environmental impacts, and the general degradation of the human race. Why would I burden society and the Earth with yet another soul to Read More