As with most egomaniacal politician/celebrity sex scandals, the media has done a bang-up job covering almost every aspect of Weinergate. Let’s review what we’ve learned:
a) There is an important difference between a direct message and a tweet.
b) As a general rule, men should assume that women do not want to see pictures of their junk. …Continue reading this entry
It’s March 10, a Thursday, and a pretty typical day in my house. I’m sitting in a leather arm chair with our six-week-old daughter in my lap. She’s sleepily nursing, and I’m watching her, reading my twitter feed, and, now and then, looking out the window. It’s snowing–odd, since only a few days ago we were taking leisurely, jacketless strolls through the neighborhood. …Continue reading this entry
I came across a Facebook post from VW this week that took my breath away. It suggested that President Obama “shut his pie hole” and refrain from commenting on Terry Jones, his small band of followers, and their disgraceful plan to burn sacred texts on September 11. The post was so ridiculous, especially coming from a German car manufacturer, that you knew it would be followed by an apology and some kid in marketing losing his job. …Continue reading this entry
An old friend and a great encourager of my writing sent me a message a few weeks ago entitled “motherblogger.” Having learned about my pregnancy, he suggested that motherhood would open up a world of possibilities for blogging. And I absolutely loved the title and couldn’t wait to get started. I’d write about pregnancy! All of it! …Continue reading this entry
Facebook asks a lot of us. It wants to know everything from our email addresses to our favorite movies to our relatives. It even asks, so boldly and impolitely, for our religious and political beliefs. Shouldn’t facebook know better?
I’ve indulged facebook in most of its requests (although I still don’t have a virtual farm), but I left facebook with an intentionally vague answer about religion and politics. …Continue reading this entry
I love Sunday mornings. My husband and I devote a few hours to quality time with our miniature schnauzer and our dvr. We throw our dog’s football across the living room and catch up on our favorite reality shows. Sadly, today, we had to cut that time a little short. After a brief episode of The Soup, we switched to, gasp, live television. …Continue reading this entry
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