As a child of the 80’s, I didn’t have the option to watch the show of my choice whenever I wanted without commercial interruptions. I watched what was on, whether it was a rerun I had seen a zillion times or a show I didn’t particularly like. There were no limits on screen time, so I watched a LOT of TV, and therefore a LOT of commercials. Some jingles or images have stuck in my head forever. The one iconic […]
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When my son was a baby, my sister-in-law generously offered to go through her boys’ old clothes and make a bin of useful hand-me-downs that I would need in a few short years. As she piled many pairs of baseball pants into the bin I said, “Thanks, but I don’t think we’ll be needing those.” She looked at me somewhat smugly, armed with the knowledge of many years of parenting sons, and said, “Trust me. You’ll need them.” She then […]
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I used to be sexy on Halloween. Not Basic Sexy, like “sexy nurse” or “sexy mouse”, but Creative Sexy. At least I thought so. Instead of Little Orphan Annie I would be “Little WHOREphan Annie,” showing a lot of leg and whatever cleavage I could muster. One year I was “White Trash”, dressed in a short tight white dress with white garbage-like tissues and styrofoam cups and un-used tampons pasted all over it. You get the idea: something clever and/or […]
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Potty training is the weirdest, isn’t it? You buy books and read up on methods, you let your kids run around naked from the waist down and pee all over the floor, you reward them with candy when they poop on cue in the right receptacle… and that’s just the regular stuff. Depending on your personality and how desperate you are to achieve the goal, it gets much more bizarre. Twin Peaks level, even. Some parents actually potty train from […]
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The other day, I was enjoying some delightful outdoor time in Bryant Park with my 4-year-old in what we called “Goldilocks weather”, when I coughed and realized that I needed to change my tampon immediately. If you are a man and have no idea what I’m talking about, ask the nearest female. Or just use your imagination, and trust me that it’s probably worse than what you’re picturing. Anyway, we were right near the New York City public library, which […]
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