I have a total crush on this guy and I LOVE this song.
James Dean and his secret makeup addiction.
You know you want to see the bad kitty.
Blogs vs. Social Media. Blogs lose.
Consumer Reports on how to buy a cell phone for your pre-teen.
It turns out you CAN think too hard about wishing upon a star.
Maria Sharapova and her diaper tee are not a big hit with the Fug Girls.
Are tobacco companies using YouTube to advertise?
Let me clarify, I don’t hate the idea of babyproofing. Who could possibly hate the idea of keeping one’s child from sticking their finger in an electric socket?
No, it’s all of the things that take hold in your paranoid parental mind as you are browsing through the websites. There are things on there that never even crossed your mind until you saw them staring out at you from the screen. Then some sort of strange hypnosis happens and your brain starts thinking it’s a good idea to get that “VCR shield.” And you don’t even HAVE a VCR.
There is nothing more frightening for a parent than thinking their child will somehow harm themselves, and the babyproofing industry takes advantage of that, and then some. There are a million and one ways to part you with your money, all in the name of safety. Because no one in their right mind is against safety.
How did the people of the past ever function without toilet seat locks? Or baby gates? Or, of course, VCR shields?
Somehow, our species has survived for centuries without them. People used to regularly have open flame in their homes, for goodness sakes. Or a horrifically hot stove that was “on” at all times to keep the house warm in the winter. And yet, here we are.
I’m guessing that there is no substitute for just plain watching your kid like a hawk, as hellacious hard work as that can be.
So I’m sorry babyproofing industry, you’ve only got me for some outlet covers and a couple of baby gates.
Because now I’m turning into a VJ, too.
Awww yeaaahh, some early eighties rock! Almost worth watching for the lead singer’s outfit alone.
Why I lurve Kelley.
Did this mom shoplift from Whole Foods, or was she just forgetful?
Home births. Not all that safe for babies?
Dr. Phil’s house is way nicer than yours. Or mine, for that matter…
Dude. I can totally see the rabbit.
Passive-aggressive grandmas. I can relate.
Family together time- geocaching!
Cynthia Rowley is designing a new capsule collection for Target, which normally is not big news. I mean, she’s nice and all, but a headline-maker, it ain’t.
However, it’s a different story when the collection is comprised completely of Pampers.
Yes, it seems that in order to compete with the mind-bogglingly weird Huggies diaper jeans collection, Pampers comissioned good ole Cynthia to preppy up your infant’s bum.
I’m not here to discuss the relative merits of classic denim over madras, as odd as that feels when I’m referring to diapers. Nor am I here to dilute the discussion with how bad for the environment disposable diapers are, we all know that.
No, what I want to address is the wonderment why anyone would think a child’s diaper should be seen by anyone but the person changing them. Maybe it was the way my mama raised me, but in my eyes, seeing a diaper is gauche, akin to seeing someone’s underwear. I don’t want to see underwear, period. And I don’t know why anyone would want to show their child’s underwear to the general public, no matter how cutely it is patterned. Viewing of underwear should be an “oops,” not an aspiration.
So let’s hope that unfettered diaper viewing is not the next Big Thing.
Fellow parents, I beg you. Don’t do it!
Raincoaster’s got a naked Anthony Bourdain…
How to keep your teens from drinking…
People find blogs in the weirdest ways…
Chichimama doesn’t really mourn making that last school lunch…
Marketing to kids is scary stuff…
It takes a Canadian to say it so eloquently…
Candy is tired…
Copyranter via Jezebel
I might be the only one, but watching babies speak with adult voices creeps me out.
I didn’t like it so much in “Who Framed Roger Rabbit” which was the first time I remember seeing the concept. But at least it was understandable as a plot device, and it was an animated baby, which made it a bit easier to swallow. And maybe because it was just an awesome movie in general.
The E*Trade commercials are the ones that really freak me out, because it is a real baby with a (poorly) CGI’d mouth, and some snarky, slacker-sounding dude doing the voice. The dissonance is what is supposed to get your attention, but it makes me actively loathe them in a manner that just isn’t seemly.
The jury, however, is out on this one. I find it strangely compelling, but it certainly doesn’t make me want to buy Evian.
Actually in watching that again, I think the scariest part is the French voice at the end, which sounds like a parched, chain-smoking adolescent. Which come to think of it, makes me think of drinking water. So touche, Evian, touche.
A couple of weeks ago, I was at Target. I’m at Target a lot, a lot more than is probably healthy, but it’s close to my house and I can’t help myself. Anyhoo, for some reason I had never bought the Munchkinette any infant’s Tylenol. Which makes me fairly lame, because it really is sort of a basic that you should always have on hand. Well, the thought crossed my mind and I casually tossed the box into my cart.
Fast forward to one day later, and the news is all abuzz with the children’s Tylenol recall, and how some of the medicine may contain too much active ingredient, some may have not enough active ingredient, and I quote from the recall site, some may contain “tiny particles.”
WTF?
They never elaborate on what TYPE of tiny particles may be floating around in the medicine, so my mind is left to wander, which is always a bad thing. Are there tiny particles of glass? Of plants? Of fecal material? Hey, if Tylenol chooses to be deliberately non-specific, then they deserve whatever my fevered brain can imagine. And a mom’s brain can go lots of weird places, I assure you.
Then I check the number on the box against the one on the website, and sure enough, I’ve got a tainted box o’ poison.
The next time I visit Target, which is fairly alarmingly soon after this, I try and see if there are any infant drops with acetaminophen. No dice. The shelves are completely bare of Tylenol and any other type of off-brand that may have been previously lurking.
Fine, whatever. I’ve gone this far without it. I’ll be fine, I thought.
Well, the Fates must have been extremely bored during that nanosecond, because what happens two days later? Yup, my daughter has a fever and there isn’t a store within a ten mile radius that has infant acetaminophen drops. So my husband and I spend the night trading off getting up with her every three hours because that is the longest she can sleep because she is uncomfortable. Yeah, and the lukewarm baths that are recommended to lower the fever? Those don’t do anything except really piss the kid off. Because who the hell likes lukewarm baths?
So thanks, Tylenol. Thanks for totally ruining my week.
I hope you and your tiny particles are happy.
