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A man’s woman’s woman’s man.

This isn’t even an opinion piece,  it’s an experience piece.  Nothing but my own experience (real or imagined) and a bunch of shit that went on at some point in the distant past. I was recently engaged in a topical dialogue about how  the women in some action movies who are supposedly trained and competent…

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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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I have this lifelong habit, and it’s called apologising. That sounds weird coming from someone who writes a lot about not being apologetic for stuff – like being female, being a mother, being a working mother, being a stay-at-home mother, the problem OTHER PEOPLE have with mothers nursing in public, etc. You’d better believe it…

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Chuggington vs Thomas – token female trains

When I first read my son Thomas and the Big Race I felt a little dirty when I realised Annie and Clarabel existed solely to cheerlead Thomas to victory. Or to provide the sensitive, sensible voice of calm and polite encouragement to his pumping, competitive abandon. Seriously, it’s a little weird and makes me feel…

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