It was the Opposite of Gossip

Twenty or so women who knew each other, some well, some strangers. Some in passing. Beverly Hills is small after all. The women were beautiful, there was a young one in a short skirt that radiated the beauty of her 20’s and there were an ageless duo who are best described as elegant and active. There were a few of us who were the right age to be raising a family and some of us were doing so. Some of us had partners doing the heavy lifting and still others …

ColourLovers Learns a Lesson About Jesus?

Lindsay has a fabulous post about Colourlovers and why she is boycotting them. To be perfectly fair I’ve only heard of Colourlovers in passing so if I joined a boycott that would be like me boycotting a prostate exam. Earlier today the Creative director at Colourlovers tweeted the following: The issue isn’t that some random guy tried to punish women who might already be close to jumping off a cliff. The issue is that this incredibly provocative post came from the creative director of a rather large website. The whole …

Football Girls and Very Bad Parenting

When Jane was in the fourth grade she wanted to play football. What you may or may not know is that within the private schools in Los Angeles there are intramural sports starting in fourth grade. During the fall season the boys play football and the girls play basketball. Three years ago Jane wanted to play football with the boys. I said no. I love sports. I play a lot of tennis, I’ve coached Jane’s soccer, before I was a soccer mom I was soccer girl. Sports matter for their …

In Defense of Skanky Little Girls

Today my daughter was leered at while at the park. Jane is twelve and like many twelve year old girls her proportions are as perfect as they ever will be. Like her friends Jane has reached an adult height but unlike an adult they are thin, slight even, and they have faces of children. There is no mistaking my twelve year old daughter, nor anyone else’s for that matter, for an adult. I concede that it is entirely possible that my twelve year old could be mistaken for a fourteen year …

About the Hail Damage on My Ass

I had the misfortune to stumble across an article titled Don’t Bring Her to the Gym. The overall misogyny was bothersome, but what was more troubling is that at some point maybe two or three years ago I’d had a really nice series of email interactions with the author James Fell. Unfortunately Mr Fell, in his Onionesque article, thinks that bringing your significant other to the gym has the one benefit of providing her with the opportunity to do something about the hail damage on her ass. I’m not going to address the …