Rilly?
Not that there’s anything wrong with wanting to be a news anchor, but other than practicing how to read a teleprompter and having a killer workout routine, I’m not sure how aspirational the position is.
I think I’m most disturbed, though, that the extremely technical-sounding Newborn Baby Doctor has a shorter skirt than the news anchor.
A little beauty for your Sunday morning.
Vaccinate your kids already, will you?
For this study, I have to say, well duh.
More about early onset of puberty in girls, this time dad-related.
My object is method “wood for good” cleaner. Crap, it had to be something non-toxic, didn’t it?
Bratz dolls! They’re baaa-aaack!
Kermit and Vincent Price. Classic.
You will not be spared from Yo Gabba Gabba!
These costumes are fantastic examples of when the company idea guys sat around a table and said, “Hey, what wholesome concepts can we make completely slut-tastic?”
I present the evidence, all of these being teen costume offerings.
The regular Alice in Wonderland is apparently dressed like a nun. So they decided to hack a foot or so off her skirt and light up her crotch area. Methinks the Queen would not approve.
Bats are so not sex-ay. But they’ve aimed to fix that with a skirt up to there and a bustier! Because everyone equates bats with boobs, right? This one is even worse because it’s marketed to tweens as well.
Little Red Riding Hood certainly delivers the goods with this costume! Can also do double duty as an Oktoberfest beer server uniform.
This Disney princess looks as if a different kind of sleeping is her goal.
And now I must go and have a drink and wonder why the sluttiest of the costumes are the ones that sell out first.
Judging by this new Daniel Edwards sculpture, it’s either breastfeeding, really bad portraits, or post-partum depression.
Before Glinda decides to give Ms. Thang a smack upside the head with her wand.
I’ve tried to keep quiet, I really have.
I didn’t say anything when she gloated about how easy her drugless water birth was. I also refrained from commmenting when she claimed to have “potty trained” her six month old son.
But the newest tidbit to fall from her pouty lips?
I cannot be silent.
Ms. Judgy McJudgerson has been quoted as saying that breastfeeding an infant for the first six months should be “the law”.
Oh really?
So what are you going to do with people like me, who had the experience of trying, but could not produce enough milk, no matter how many hours I hooked myself up to the damn pump? Or what about those people who are taking lifesaving medication, which may preclude them from breastfeeding due to the medication being secreted in their milk and harming the baby? How about adoptive mothers? Or mothers who, like my aunt, had successfully breastfed one child, only to have the other steadfastly refuse? Or women whose workplace does not provide them a proper place in which to pump during work hours, thus making it ever so much easier to go to formula? Or the million and one other valid reasons women decide that breastfeeding is not the right choice for them.
What are you going to do then, Ms. Charter Member of the Breastfeeding Police?
Throw them in jail? Oh, yes, that makes so much sense.
Or how about giving them a large fine, thus possibly taking away money for necessities, because all of us cannot be super wealthy supermodels married to super wealthy football players.
That was so well thought out, wasn’t it Gisele?
You, ma’am, are no Christy Turlington.
Why don’t you do everyone a big favor and go back to giving your sexyface looks into the camera while getting paid bajillions of dollars and spare us your poorly conceived inanities?
These pacifiers have been recalled because the base can easily separate from the nipple.
But my question is, who the hell fills up a nipple with corn syrup?
Nothing like a direct pipeline of pure sugar into your little one’s body, not to mention the tooth decay factor.
In my never-ending quest to expand my son’s dietary repoirtoire, I took him to the grocery store. He still seems to eat the same ten or so things, and I’m trying to get his portfolio a bit more diversified.
We trekked through the entire store, with no luck. I would suggest items, only to have them rejected.
Fine. I know better than to try to force someone to eat something.
Finally we reached the freezer aisle, and again, nothing caught his eye. Until, that is, we reached the very last case.
At the bottom of it, rather fittingly, were these:
“Ooooh, Mom!” he said excitedly, “I want to try those!”
Now, I am well aware that there is no anatomical part of a chicken lableled “nugget” but for some strange reason, my mind rebelled against this particular incarnation of pressed, formed chicken meat.
To have chicken rings in my freezer would feel oh-so-very-wrong.
I stand by my decision to ban them from our house completely.
