Dear Oprah Winfrey and Diane Sawyer, I implore you both to refrain from giving Nadya Suleman a bigger voice. The woman is clearly deranged, she’s created 14 new people and subjected them to gross neglect from the moment of conception. Rather than exalt this woman, and give her the attention she so desperately craves, please
In the earliest months of 1998 I was a newlywed woman with one thing on her mind. I wanted a baby. It wasn’t because I felt particularly prepared for motherhood, it wasn’t because I had a big home or a husband with a great income. It was because I was madly in love my husband
It pains me to admit to all of them, so I’ll do it here, I’ll do it once, and I’ll humbly ask you to mock me behind my back. At the party, to Karen Samuels when she told me she was in Law Review with Obama: Oh wow, I didn’t know you’re a lawyer. Where
Only Tackier. I’ve taken advantage of a zillion opportunities offered to me because of this blog, and guess what I’ve done? I’ve gone out and partied myself to death instead of taking a few moments and properly saying Thank You. Thank you for giving me a voice. Let’s start with the inauguration day party. It
If you haven’t read Chris Brogan’s post about doing it wrong then go on over there now and have a read. I’ll wait. *tapping foot impatiently* Good, I’m glad you’re back.
“My looks are fading.” She said. It wasn’t meant to illicit pity, nor was she fishing for a compliment. It was a statement of fact, a pragmatic woman who is looking for a few fillers in the creases around her mouth and a dab of botox around the corners of her eyes. Yes, your looks