2010 « Raising My Boychick

Muscle: Studentum burntoutus profundus

Origin: proximal massage education facility.

Insertion: inferior surface of bedding covers.

Actions: tearing of the hair, mastication of the jaw, and systemic collapse via exhaustion.

To shorten this muscle, continue cramming relentlessly. To lengthen, intermittently apply chai latte and laughter.

Approximately 2% of you are laughing now: to you, who have survived kinesiology in medical or massage school (or [...]

NPFP Guest Post: When “Gifted” Isn’t a Gift

Welcome to RMB’s Naked Pictures of Faceless People, a series of guest posts from diverse anonymous bloggers. (Read more about NPFP’s origins.) These are the posts that are jumping to get out of us, but for whatever reason — safety, embarrassment, conflict of interest, protection of loved ones’ reputations or feelings, or so on — [...]

How to Pick an Anti-Kyriarchy Preschool, Part One: Why

Most parents, in my observation, have a hard time sending their child off to school — or anyone else’s care — for the first time. Although I have to believe it mostly a stereotype, or give up on humanity altogether, the meme of the parent — usually a mother, of course– picking a preschool as [...]

Intermission

Life is: growing plans ever bigger, scrambling to keep up commitments already extant, deadlines long since missed and still looming ahead, inspiration abounding, dubious coping skills on the sly, perspective shifts vertiginous and plentiful, and never enough time when everything wants done now.

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Life is: a hand clutching a hand, a ring digging into flesh and [...]

NPFP Guest Post: I didn’t have the words

It seems inevitable

Just enough of my persistent-not-exactly-optimism is left that I won’t say it is inevitable… but damn does it seem it.

It seems inevitable that whenever I have a day of wow-I-totally-get-this-parenting-thing, look-at-me-be-zen-about-his-tantrums, damn-dude-why-can’t-you-just-let-it-go-like-I’m-doing, the next day — the very next day — I completely fucking lose it. Break-a-plate-in-anger-when-he-dumps-out-the-eggs-he-doesn’t-want lose it.

I don’t like it. Maybe the zen [...]

NPFP Guest Post: Marriage, Redefined

Eat or die

That, of course, is the first rule of nutrition. And there are no other rules.

I just read this fabulous post over at Spilt Milk: Let us eat cake, and in the comments, in my own rambling, I had something of a revelation, immediately followed by a reality check:

I said that the Boychick never “doesn’t like” [...]

NPFP Guest Post: It’s Never Simple

On identity and “who [I] bone”

Sexual identity? Does not actually come from “who you fuck”. See, this is one of those misconceptions which lead to all sorts of misunderstandings, from backing up the assertion that “everyone is bi” (because so many people have had sexual contact with more than one gender) to dismissing sexual identities altogether.

Like in this oh so [...]

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