Love this film as a human and a woman. I’m sharing it here because I have a daughter. It’s a film worth seeing no matter what sex you are or what sex your child is. It was really well done in explaining how women’s portrayal in the media affects their social treatment. My interview with filmmaker Jennifer Siebel-Newsom for The Chronicle My coverage on the Girls Inc. screening of Miss Representation at The Regent for The Chronicle My coverage on the Girls Inc. screening of Miss Representation at The Regent for Downtown Oshawa News
A response to unwanted parenting advice and shout out to progressive thinkers
Archive for April, 2012
Parenting seems to be like a game of musical chairs; you think things are going smoothly before you are suddenly left standing alone. Thoughts go round and round searching for a place to settle. Is calling my daughter beautiful giving her confidence or a sense that she is only worth her good looks? Is a cupcake a fun treat or gateway drug to a sugar addiction? When people stop to offer their unsolicited advice, are they speaking from their own past mistakes, or finding an opportunity to be relieved that their sitting this round out?
This hat and other sweet things are at Sweet Kids Boutique!
Categories: Products
A friend and co-worker of mine is pregnant and has a beautiful pregnant belly to show her entrance to her third trimester. She, like I hadn’t, does not wear maternity tops. Her non-pregnant self is a tiny girl with a model’s body (she really was a model.) We work in an informal office with an all-but-one female staff. After this lovely lady came in to pick up her pay cheque the two office bullies could not contain their resentment to the belly that peaked through her top. This was not untypical of their behaviour but it still irked me to hear about it. It was unprofessional attire in their eyes. One gossiper is openly and wildly racist, professional indeed. This workplace is not at…
Categories: Body
CHILDBEARIN’HIP :) One of my first and favourite followers and fellow moms <3
Categories: A Misfit message
If you take public transportation, you’ve been there. If you’ve been outside your home you’ve likely been there. There you are, happy, enjoying your day, then- BAM! You hear a child crying/screaming/tantrumming/running around. And what is the mother doing? Well that lazy woman is doing nothing. For she seems to enjoy the noise, surely she is immune to the stress it causes her in addition to her immunity against the angry glares of others and under their breath comments of judgment. Why, if it were your child … On a flight to BC my sister and I were seated next to a man who changed seats after seeing a then one-year-old Patience on my lap. He was honest as he told me with a…
Categories: Etiquette
Pickett and Johns are my grandchildren. Every once in a while Patience will tell me a baby is in her belly. I forget to keep track of the time before one of her creepy imaginary children are born. Pickett came first, she is not always the oldest. Pickett came to be in a somewhat terrifying manor. One evening last year Patience pointed to a spot on the wall and said, “There she is. There’s the girl that scares me.” This was stated in the matter-of-fact spooky spawn voice used in horror films. Pickett is a little girl who is the same age as Patience with black hair, orange eyes and a yellow dress – the dress colour varies. Patience compares Pickett’s appearance to my…
Categories: Family
Tagged: Boo, hockey, imaginary friends, Monsters Inc, scary kids, skateboarding
She sleeps in my bed almost every night. Every morning I wake up to her tiny cherub face, cheeks so round they force her eyes to squint when she smiles. She kisses my cheek and giggles. “That kiss is for love,” she whispers, her voice in that half-a-second phase where it isn’t yet able to boom throughout the halls of the house. Her vocal chords gain strength and that blissful moment flees so quickly it is taken for granted. Her three-year-old feet are soon thudding down the stairs. The warm sweater I am scrambling to wear hangs from my left arm as I hear a crash in the kitchen. I rush down the stairs still unable to act out the simple motions in wearing…
Categories: A lil more serious
I get it now. The satisfaction of saying, “That kid is bad,” and it not being about your own. Catty? Instinctive? No, I believe I’ve cracked this nut to find the desire of any parent: validation. While a mother I am close too openly complained at my daughter’s birthday that the kids were out of control (because they preferred face painting to the games she suggested) her son was running around hitting the other party guests. Partygoers were five and under, and I love the aforementioned boy and didn’t care about his antics. It made me wonder. Why was his behaviour OK when my “undisciplined” parenting style was critiqued when the gossipers were at church? I’m an easy target. You know what, that’s cool.…
Categories: Etiquette
