Saturday Morning Good Writing
From Chookoolonks, "on raising my kid, and how you can help":
... there will come a day when someone close to me will cave and purchase a Barbie for an enthusiastic Alex. And even though you are all now and forever keenly aware of my Barbie Aversion, I will silently allow said plastic atrocity to enter our home. I will, however, teach my daughter the following phrase, in the same way my sister taught her daughter: "Poor Barbie. She's not very interesting."
From Kurtlow.com, "By George!":
It probably all started in Hong Kong, where every 2 in 5 people are named after some kind of insect species, with the other 3 preferring to stick to mammal groups.
From Peter's Cross Station, "Back to Adoption":
One thing that drives me nuts sometimes, is the assumption that if you are a transracial adopter, you must be a political naif who believes "love has no color" and you've done the world a favor by rescuing a child from its own inferior race.
Um, hell no. I don't think any of that. I don't think as many transracial/transcultural adopters think that as I used to, either. I think that there are plenty of transracial adopters who see their family's origin story as a mandate to be activists about the kind of injustice that led to the adoption in the first place.
From Finslippy, "Three years, one month, and ten days ago":
You know this part if you've had a baby already: everything you read, every doctor you speak to, every hospital orientation you attend, every labor preparation course you take, they all tell you the same thing: don’t go to the hospital right away. We won’t admit you until you’re four centimeters dilated! they say. You’ll probably panic at those first contractions and think you need to go to the hospital! But you won’t! Stay at home and be comfortable and don’t bother the hospital until you’re absolutely certain! Maybe then you can come. Maybe. But until then we don’t want you.
From Bark/Bite, "The Differences Between the Sexes...":
... a 1% difference doesn't mean jack shit when trying to predict the behavior of actual human beings on a daily basis. It doesn't mean jack shit when trying to decide who's better at cooking, and it doesn't mean jack shit when arguing about why women are squeezed out of the top levels of science.
And two short posts that must be read in their entirety to be appreciated:
- From 5ives, "Five terrible fake entrees from the dotcom era"
- From Defective Yeti, "The Suspension of Disbelief Personified"
