When I picked up E. from school today, I had this lovely note waiting in her folder: Well, at least I got the hair back. At first, I didn’t get who the “someone” was. E’s school’s policy is that its teachers will not tell who the perpetrator is when it comes to things like biting,…
Random Rant
March to Your Own Beat
Life is really unfair sometimes. Four days ago, my dear, sweet former intern Lauren lost the love of her life, Alex. He and a friend were killed in a car accident Thursday evening. He was just 23 years old, and he and Lauren had been married for just nine months, exchanging vows in a beautiful…
To Dance or Not To Dance?
DadJovi and I are in the midst of a heated disagreement. At issue: should we sign E. up for dance lessons? Since we can’t agree, I’m taking it to the jury: you. For months, I had planned on signing her up this fall for lessons. She’s 3 1/2 now, so I think she’s old enough…
Dear Marketers, Stop Dumbing Down My Daughter
It was the shirt that launched 1,000 (probably more) angry tweets: No, this isn’t some joke shirt sold by Spencer’s or a Jersey Shore t-shirt stand. This was part of JC Penney’s back-to-school collection. You know school, that place where girls apparently go just to be noticed by boys and flirt and text their way…
At War With Myself
One of my favorite sites is Pigtail Pals: Redefine Girly. I discovered it through Twitter after the smart mom who runs it was kind enough to share the blog post I wrote this summer about the day E. told me “only boys play with swords.” Since finding the site, I’ve really enjoyed their updates on…