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 [...]
So here’s something I’ve discovered I won’t blog about: when it’s not my story to tell. When telling of my experience would reveal more than others are ready to share.
That was my weekend. This is the first time I’ve been at my computer for more than 5 minutes since Wednesday night.
Dear Record Number of Commenters: [...]
I am not making this up.
I like much of the genre generally known as hard rock. I put up with 99.9% male vocalists, and often-problematical lyrics and topics, because I like hard/alternative rock (among other things) and I am too lazy and cheap frugal to bother amassing my own music collection and toting around a [...]
I’m pretty bad at planning ahead, and as usual I’m a step or two, and a day or two, behind the rest of the world (or the blogosphere, at least). So here is my belated entry to this year’s Blog for Choice Day, on the topic Trust Women:
First, go read Do you REALLY trust women? [...]
A friend of mine, Lyla Wolfenstein, posted a link to this article on her Facebook page tonight: Mother and Child Communion: A Collective Challenge for Our Future
While I’m a fan of biologically appropriate parenting, and have been known to say that I believe in attachment theory the same way I believe in the theory of [...]
I wrote this piece (cross-posted) for Melodie at Breastfeeding Moms Unite! She’s running a series on mental health and breastfeeding, and asked several bloggers for stories on their experiences with the mental health field while nursing. While I haven’t had any contact with mental health practitioners in the 2.5 years the Boychick has been breastfed, [...]
One of the stereotypes about feminists is that we’d have everyone raise their children completely gender-blind, ignoring and eliminating any sex-based variables that pop up, seeking to create a generation of complete androgynes, indistinguishable from each other, with equality achieved through absolute sameness.
Which is complete poppycock, of course.
Except, well, it kind of isn’t. Because I [...]
I do believe ACOG must stand for American College of Obtuse Gynohaters. (Other suggestions from Twitter friends: Appalling Care, Obvious Garbage; Aberrant College of Greed; American College of Oppressive Gits*. Feel free to add your own suggestions in the comments!)
Unbeknownst to me, just days before I published Just like athletics: exploring a childbirth analogy, the [...]
One of the arguments used against “natural childbirth” is “we don’t allow people to be in pain in any other circumstance: why would we allow women to hurt in birth?” But it simply isn’t true, and the disproof brings me to one of my favorite childbirth analogies: athletics. The metaphor of birth as marathon has [...]
Yes, it’s that time again, when my uterus sloughs its lining, declaring another month passed, preparing for another month to come.
I thought I’d take this opportunity to talk about why I titled the category under which Menstruation falls Body rather than “Health”: it’s because what I want to talk about here, what I do talk [...]