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If this girl can…

I’ve been putting off writing this for literally weeks.  I’ve had some fear around it – fear of being accused of concern-trolling, fear of coming across as somehow advocating (or even just conceding to the culture of) body-shaming (I’m not sure how, actually, but I’m a worrier), or even just seeming self-righteous and privileged and…

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Blogging the beyond.

There’s been some yelling lately, and  I don’t feel like the model attachment parent that I feel having a blog about attachment parenting insinuates I am.  Be not fooled by my confident-sounding blog banter:  I am just an insecure parent, trying to trudge through the day. I’ve far from nailed it.  I get stressed, I yell,…

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Feminist is as feminist does.

A few weeks ago I asked on my Facebook page if I may (please, Miss) use my Instagram account to post things other than attachmenty-parentingy-feminism whatsits. Someone wisely replied to the effect that, “feminist is as feminist does”.  Actually that’s literally what they said. And that person hit the nail on the head, such that…

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My tits are tired: breastfeeding, social media and shame.

I’d like to make this as quick as possible, because I don’t really want to spend any more time – mine or yours –  having to defend the brelfie, my right to share breastfeeding photos (or just photos in which I happen to be breastfeeding), or just….breastfeeding in general.  I’m tired of talking about my…

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