alan finally confirmed with our upstairs neighbor that they do indeed have their own washer and dryer. we figured as much because none of our neighbors are ever, ever in the creepy basement laundry room. i won’t even describe my intense jealousy but i will say that i dreamed about my neighbor’s luxurious apartment last night. it had a fountain inside.
fascinating. granted, this guy is completely despicable but i’ll gladly accept his stories as cautionary advice. a couple interesting things that stuck out to me:
- he would bring rawhide bones to bribe dogs
- alarms really were no obstruction. he even answered the phone a few times when the alarm company called, and just said something generic like “sorry, that was just me” and that was usually enough to allay the alarm company for at least another 15 minutes or so!
Media Obsession with Celebrities’ Postpartum Bodies is Part of the War on Women on Forbes.com - by Liz W. Garcia
On the long, LONG list of things irritating the hell out of me today, this paragraph sums up the thing at the very top. I don’t know about you, but I am sick to death of all of it. The Mommy Wars, politicians trying to use the Mommy Wars to make a point, legislation that flies in the face of women’s rights (and that actually passes), postpartum body expectations, natural birth > any other kind of birth, breastfeeding > anything else you can ever do for your child ever, don’t have a baby unless X, you SHOULD have a baby because of Y, you HAVE to have a baby because we said so. Jessica Simpson is too pregnant. Jessica Simpson’s baby has a stupid name. By the way, you don’t even need sperm now to be pregnant.
So, lucky for me (and maybe for you), being born a woman means that no matter what decisions you make in your life, you’ll always have someone that questions you about it or any number of politicians trying to make it more difficult for you. No matter what you choose, there will be someone or something telling you that you made the wrong decision. That your child will be worse off. That you will be worse off. That society suffers because more women like you made the same decisions. You’ll be either too fat or too skinny. You’ll be too motherly or not enough. You’ll work too much or not at all. You’ll feel constantly guilty. Everyone can and will judge your decisions, and middle-aged, white rich men will always think they know what’s best for you because they’re rich and white and found Jesus.
And the worst part is? You’ll write blog posts like this one and rant about the inequalities and sigh and just say, “Oh, it’s American culture and it’ll never change.” Fuck that shit.
I have to believe it can change and will change because I am raising a daughter and I refuse to have her realize one day down the road that she is undervalued and over-criticized because she doesn’t have a penis.
Don’t Come Around Here No More (by TomPettyHrtbrkrsVEVO)
one of my earliest memories involves having an absolute meltdown upon seeing this music video, where alice gets sliced up like cake. i remember my dad trying to explain the visual trickery but it was lost on 3-year-old me.
that being said, i got over it. love this song/video.