So glad to have stumbled upon these pens “for her” — and the resultant reviews. My favorite (a 1-star):
I bought this pen (in error, evidently) to write my reports of each day’s tree felling activities in my job as a lumberjack. It is no good. It slips from between my calloused, gnarly fingers like a gossamer thread gently descending to earth between two giant redwood trunks.
On sharing pictures of “gendered” careers that show both men and women (and multiple ethnicities and ages). I love this project.
From my comment: I remember when we were at the midwife’s for one of my prenatal checkups that Mikko was really interested in the stethoscope and other instruments. While he was playing with them, we all said something to the effect of, “Maybe he’ll be a doctor one day.” And then I almost choked on it. Why not “a midwife” someday? Or a nurse, like his great-uncle?
A response to the slut-shaming/victim-blaming remarks that spewed across my Facebook page (ugh), as well as an honest and hopeful recounting of how attachment parenting can help heal.
I loved (and miss) the Olympics. I love seeing these athletes push themselves to the limit of what the human body can achieve. I love seeing all the different body shapes and learning which type of body works best for which sport.
I tend to stay away from negativity and cattiness with regards to the athletes, but I did happen upon some trollishness about certain female athletes not looking “feminine” enough. That makes me mad, because what does that even mean? Feminine looks like a lot of things, yo.
So I was happy when I heard athlete Alysia Montaño’s reason for wearing a flower in her hair when she runs. It was a sign to the kids who used to mock her that, yes, she was a girl, and yes, she could still run fast.