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The M-word: in which I indulge in angst, whining, and more angst

So, for some reason, some o’y’all seem to like my writing. Or what I have to say. Or something about this blogging thing I do, anyway. (Don’t ask me why, I dunno either; I’m still trying to figure it out.)

And, this blog, for some reason, is getting a teeny, tiny bit Out There. Which is, [...]

WFPP Guest Post: Before I was a Mother, I was a Woman . . .

The Womanist/Feminist Parenting Primer is back, with a piece from Zoey of Good Goog about what it means to her to be a woman and a mother.

Zoey discusses her journey from career-driven no-kids-no-thank-you woman to mostly at-home mother, and the things she has given up, as well as gained, along the way. She touches on [...]

WFPP Guest Post: My Kid Loves a Kyriarch

The Womanist/Feminist Parenting Primer has been honored with the following contribution from Ruth, who blogs at Look Left of the Pleiades and the group blog Mothers for Women’s Lib.

In this piece, Ruth discusses her experience raising a child with a white cis man who hasn’t explored his privileges and doesn’t wish to, who actively perpetuates [...]

Rage, rage against the end of unemployment

Tomorrow — finally, 3.5 months after being laid off, 1.5 months after getting offered this new job — The Man goes back to work. And the Boychick and I go back to hanging out alone together during the day. To say I am not looking forward to this would be both a misstatement and a [...]

The problem with “the problem with men”

This is how feminists get a reputation for being humorless: we fail to laugh at jokes or quips that serve the kyriarchy. Like the one I heard yesterday, from D, an otherwise dear friend, spouse of my sister-in-all-but-genetics-and-law.

He and The Man were outside with the Boychick and his cousin, watching them run through the [...]

The Adventures of The Family Lactational, and a Fathers’ Day postscript

Okeedoke, I was trying to write an entire actual, y’know, post to go with these comics, but… nah. Later, maybe.

For now, a quick explanation: several years ago, long before the Boychick’s conception much less birth or extrauterine life (which is to say, way before I had any first-hand experience with any of this), I [...]

Is there an award for this?

I feel like I’ve passed some kind of threshold. There should be prizes, or possibly medication.

Today, we made sourdough cinnamon rolls. 100% organic, 100% from scratch. Although, to be fair, we didn’t grind the flour ourselves. Or the cinnamon. Oh, the corners we cut around here!

I’m not saying they’re pretty, [...]

Overheard conversations, or, why more women aren’t feminist

Another quickie from the I’m-still-sick-but-getting-better files:

I went to class last night, as I am wont to do on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Due to my chosen profession (massage therapy, for those new or not paying attention), my classes are, shall we say, somewhat skewed in favor of women. To wit, there is one man [...]

Closer to understanding the domestic goddess

Those who have been paying attention know that The Man and I are attempting a 1-month no-spend challenge, the largest change for us being not eating out at all (excepting Chipotle once a weekend because hey, it’s hungry work shopping for a whole week, and it’s Chipotle). In attempting this, I have gone from [...]

Is domesticity anti-feminist?

In an effort to get our eating out and Starbucks bills under control, The Man and I are participating on a no spend challenge this month. I’ve also been experimenting with traditional foods, especially soaking grains. We even created a meal plan for the week, and I have no knead bread rising as I type. [...]

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