I just chatted with the adorable Clare Galterio, a TV personality and host of You&A on the Music Choice Network. Airing in over 16 million homes (and in over 50 million if you count on demand), Galterio interviews the hottest artists on the scene. Her cousins are actresses Kate and Rooney Mara and her family owns the Giants and Steelers. Not only does Clare know about music, pop culture and sports, but she has also started her own gluten free website, The Gluten Free Chick, where she explores gluten free eateries and does some cooking with the chefs. She also prefers extra large towels. Find out some of her #WordsofAdvice here:
Now that my LO is approaching the half way mark to age two, I’m actively pursuing getting a life.
When baby naps, I’m on networking on social media, writing in my blog, thinking about how I can make money. I’m hopeful even when there doesn’t seem to be a lot of hope out there.
Waiting for baby to wake up so that we may go to Munchkin Music with James Adler. He reminds of Vincent D’Onofrio from Full Metal Jacket, a giant amongst small children, slamming a floor tom, harmonica vibrating to his air. The babies love it.
Oh and I’m in love with Jessica Simpson‘s Beverly Hills home.
I’m a 35 year old with old, decrepit parents that live in an old, ramshackle house.
Their situation is really not that bad but it’s really not that great either.
This weekend, my husband and I prepared my dad’s room for his return from the psychiatric facility this week. We found desiccated banana peels, outdated medical journals and encyclopedia, shoes, shoes and more shoes. I gathered a lot of lovely pictures into a box and finally located the title to his car, a crumpled up piece of paper, which I mistook for trash and almost threw away.
As this was happening, my mom lay in her recliner, too depressed to enjoy what was a gorgeous day outside. She’s depressed because her parkinson’s is advancing and she’s feeling the fleetingness of life.
But today I have the day off. My baby is at a babysitting exchange and I am free to do whatever I want. And what did I do?
1) made calls for my parents
2) spoke to my sister on the phone about my parents
3) sent an e-mail to all my siblings about my parents.
I need to do something for myself. But what do I do with myself?!
1) Go to community acupuncture at my local ‘yoga and herbs’ center
2) Go for a bike ride
3) look into swim pass at the nearest community pool.
I’ll figure it out.
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Me to Dear Husband (DH), who was half asleep: What’s good for 5775?
DH: Why? What’s good for 5775? I don’t know, what’s good for this year?
DH: The same stuff for every year like food…music…people.
My LO is super fussy and won’t leave me alone so I’ll be brief. Our household is finally getting over contracting coxsackievirus. It’s like chicken pox but involves babies being a little too free with putting things in their mouths that don’t belong to them and shouldn’t be there anyway.
I recently wrote a sci-fi(esque) story for Storychord that just hit the web this week. It’s not the best short story ever written but I’m proud that I endeavored to think outside of my comfort zone and actually produce something for people to read. As a new mom, it’s so easy to get lost in other people’s poop and circumstances. I’m grateful that I had some time to myself to do something for myself.
Yesterday evening my husband, baby and went on a stroller walk with another new mom, who was feeling more enthusiastic about getting on with her personal life to pursue her fashion line that’s been on hold since baby. She’s finally sees an opening in the all-consuming, opaque veil so many of us new moms wear.
Which brings me to a new show (or at least one that I just realized existed) called Transparent, starring Jeffery Tambor from Arrested Development fame. The dram-edy centers on a family and their lives following the discovery that their father, whom they’d known as Mort is a transgendered woman named Maura.
“Are you saying you’re going to start dressing up like a lady all of the time?” asks daughter Sarah (played by Amy Landecker).
“No, honey. All my life, my whole life, I’ve been dressing up like a man,” Maura replies. “This is me.”
It’s hard to imagine what my LO will look like as an adult, and harder to imagine what our relationship will be like as well.
How will my children deal with any of my personal choices be it small or monumental?
And how will a family of parrots adjust to the non-tropical climes of Queens?
Video of the Alaskan reporter who quit her job on-air in support of marijuana legalization in her state, announcing “fuck it, I quit“
I just googled “angry black woman cartoon,” dredging up a whole slew of photos including this one above (possibly from South Park). I guess “angry black woman” is as ubiquitous as a Chase bank in New York City or Del Taco in LA–there’s one anywhere and everywhere you want to be.
But are black women everywhere YOU want to be? Not quite.
(Photo Courtesy: Everyday Feminism)
And I guess to the less than thirty percent of people of color who have bachelor’s degrees, I’m assuming that they are pretty angry. And I guess that makes me angry too because I too have a BA.
What I’m getting at is that if you are black and successful, it’s assumed you are angry, sassy, uncouth.
When Shonda Rhimes writes her autobiography, it should be called “How to Get Away With Being an Angry Black Woman.”
On Thursday, Ms. Rhimes will introduce “How to Get Away With Murder,” yet another network series from her production company to showcase a powerful, intimidating black woman.
Basically, “success” equals “intimidating,” “scary,” “BLACK!”
And, basically I’m pissed.
Flipping through the Sunday Times yesterday, I didn’t see much positive, diverse reporting featuring people of color. From Alessandra’s racist report to Charles Blow’s painful account of childhood abuse, I would’ve liked to see some articles with brilliant, creative people of color, making moves, making a difference. It’s as if these people don’t exist and black people are meant to be pitied.
(Photo Courtesy: Everyday Feminism)
“Oh, I’m sorry I benefit from white privilege!”
Here’s my all-time favorite white guilt website.
A thick glass coffee table can reveal imperfections like bubbles,
Sometimes people will pay extra for that.
A down pillow with feathers blown in through an open seam more luxurious than one that’s stuffed.
It costs more of course.
Walls that are skimcoated by a contractor are smoother than most walls,
if you decide to notice.