Amanda posted about an article in Details magazine — an article in which (according to Amanda) some curvier actresses both past and present were called “fat.” I read Amanda’s post earlier and found myself (without having even clicked through to the details article) just certain that I’d find the article an atrocity.
Not so, not […]

Oh, get your mind out of the gutter. I don’t mean *that* kind of body shots. (The very thought of tequila is oddly appealing and retch-inspiring simultaneously.) I’m talking about photos. Not even nekkie ones, just ones that show my entire (clothed) body all at once.

I added this shot to […]

Oh, the things you find by reading science blogs. God, I love sci/medblogs.
From Amy in the comments at Orac’s place:
I think, to be successful in Internet dating, you need to use a site like Matchmaker.com, where there’s a good filtering engine, and also put stuff in your profile that filters out, in this girl’s […]

God
Please watch over the patients in the hospital
and let them
live
another day,
even if they hoped that they would never awake from
Maria shares a prayer, and reminds me yet again why I can imagine becoming a psychologist, but not a psychiatrist.
Without even trying, she also expresses how I often feel about God: questioning, angry, but still looking […]

I finally had time to read one of the posts Lauren referenced, and I’m blown away. Molly did a fabulous job of explaining why it’s important to not allow having children to become perceived as a “non-feminist” choice:
I think that the far right, knowing full well that pregnancy and childbirth is something the vast […]

Over at Feministe, Lauren wrote about the tendency of some (important word that is, “some”) child-free/childless feminists to look down their noses at parents, specifically at mothers.
A few good sound-bytes:
My identity is not defined by my parenthood, but my life is. Without a child I wouldn’t feel as obligated to work as much as I […]

I (heart) 9 Chickweed Lane. From today’s strip:
Guilt is the tragic delusion of culpability without the comic relief of sin.
Face it, we all need a little comic relief.

Hints that many men don’t read profiles:
Candidate 1: Winked, rather than writing an email. Buh-bye.
Candidate 2: Wrote, and the email was at least not blatant spam mail, but it said nothing about why he was writing to me, as opposed to any other woman online. From his profile, copied and pasted verbatim:
The […]

Hello, my name is Allison.
(Hello, Allison.)
I am an addict.

Just sayin’. These things should be illegal. But they’re sooooo good.

First, a little profile business. I recently added this to my “about my match” section:
PS: You don’t send winks. If you’re interested, you take the time to write telling me why.
Happily, the deluge of guys who wink but aren’t confident enough to write a damned email has subsided.
Not-so-happily, this means I get emails from […]

This freakin’ cracks me up:

This? Not so much. It’s not because of the text. Honestly, I think I might have found it wryly amusing to wear while I was pregnant…IF IT WEREN’T SO GRAMMATICALLY WRONG.

“Whose my daddy?” Whose? UGH. C’mon people. If you’re going to sell something via […]

How sad is this? I’m sort of looking forward to this second date this evening. (Yeah, I know. Don’t get excited or anything.)
But much, much, MUCH moreso? I’m looking forward to an evening minus a nearly-two, screaming her head off, mad because she doesn’t get what she wants, teething, pissy toddler who’s […]

This one arrived today, in 30-point typeface. I love, love, love the woman who sent it. I hate the email. It’s supposed to be cute. It’s not. It manages to insult both men and women, then expect that we should laugh at it. Yuck, yuck, yuck.
Men Are Just Happier […]

I’m still giggling at this post over at Partners in Parenting. That’s likely, because I can completely imagine saying exactly the same thing.
Let’s teach the kid empathy, shall we?