Topic: moms

I Accidentally Got A Dreaded ‘Mom Haircut’ And I May Never Leave My House Again

I Accidentally Got A Dreaded âMom Haircutâ And I May Never Leave My House Again

When it comes to moms and how they look and what they should wear and what they shouldn’t wear and how society tells us we should look and how the media tells us we should look and that ENTIRE huge mom-judgey cacophony of nonsense we are subjected to everyday, I’ll be the first to tell you that you should look however you want. There is no such things as a MILF. There is no such thing as MOM JEANS. Your post-baby body is fine exactly how it is and I don’t care if you are wearing a kitten sweatshirt and yoga pants or a midriff top and you have your naval pierced multiple times, your body, and how you look, and what you weigh or don’t weigh and what size you are or aren’t is no one’s business but yours. That being said, I have so much sympathy for moms unhappy with how they look because this weekend I totally on accident went and got myself a brand spankin’ new MOM haircut. More »

Mom Spends A Truckload On Pink Baby Crap Only To Unexpectedly Give Birth To Baby Boy

Mom Spends A Truckload On Pink Baby Crap Only To Unexpectedly Give Birth To Baby Boy

I’m not one for silly pink and blue codes when it comes to babies. Whether you want your son to live in a Pepto Bismol sphere or your daughter to play with Thomas trucks may be enough to bait The Gender Police, but whatever floats your kid’s bathtub boats. Not so much the case for 25-year-old Sarah Sharples who was told that she was expecting a girl and promptly shelled out for just about every pink baby item imaginable — and then gave birth to a boy. Save those receipts, ladies. You never know when a wonky sonogram or an elusive fetus will have you regretting your highly gendered purchases. More »

I Explained To My 10-Year-Old Son Why It’s Important To Respect Strippers

I Explained To My 10-Year-Old Son Why Itâs Important To Respect Strippers

Saturday night was just an average, happy evening, hanging out and talking to my 10- year-old and my teenager about strippers. Or exotic dancers. Or adult entertainers. Or whatever term you prefer. My son was in a particularly chatty mood, and if you have a kid around this age you know what a rare occurrence that can be, when they put down theNintendo (NO-FRIEND-O) 3DS and decide they have roughly 80 million questions for mom and dad. And these questions had to do with strippers. More »