A lot of stuff resonated with me this week. Or maybe I’m just easily amused. But I think not. I think this was a great week for resonance, and I think I’m in love with these fancy ticklers.
- amalah . com – How big is the baby – “He’s so big and still so small. He’s a wild thrashing crocodile and a snuggly baby monkey. His feet look like uncooked biscuit dough but taste like the playground. He is soaking up knowledge by the minute but has gotten himself stuck under the dining room chairs again. He is the most challenging, frustrating, beautiful, breathtaking little being and I can’t even fathom how boring life must have been before he showed up.”
- Askthebloggess – And that’s how I would commit suicide in the jungle – “…and then I get out the matches because fire cleans everything. Except for mylar comic books sacks which smell terrible when you burn them and also they melt to the carpet and release toxic fumes when they’re on fire. Apparently.”
- The BHJ – On Blurring – “You should be cautious about knowing who I am. It irks me. To be known. It’s fucking impolite. To think you know someone. As if a someone is just so. ‘I know you!’ Oh do you now? How about now?” AND O day and night, but this is wondrous strange – “Sometimes, you have to close down the blog you love writing, you shit your pants, and you run your wallet through the washer, all in one week.” Welcome back, BHJ, revised.
- TheBloggess.com – Updated: This is the pain talking, you assholes – “This is the worst Friendship Day ever. That I’m aware of. Although I only learned it existed a few minutes ago so I could be wrong. There were probably worse ones during the holocaust. Oh, awesome. Now I can’t stop thinking about the holocaust.” AND UPDATED: I’m running out of grocery stores I’m allowed to go back to – “PS. Victor just informed me that what I actually said to the cashier was ‘I am not leaving here until you swear that you will go home and at least try lithium.’ Which, I’ll admit, could be misconstrued.”
- Breed ‘Em And Weep – Banana sling is to Speedo as camel vajayjay is to ________. – “I could feel the neighbors at their windows, wondering why Jenny from the block had taken up such a humbling sport — as if her own life were not humbling enough, what with the overgrown lawn, and the rotting air conditioner and gutter in the weeds next to the house, casualties of heavy icicles from last winter. ‘Honey, why is Jenny wearing a maxi pad on the outside of her shorts?’ ‘Beats me. Looks like a Spandex vagina. Keep the kids away from the window.’”
- the creamery – shapes on the forest floor – “I love how our familiar routine embraces us and pulls us in, helps us to know that our bodies have made impressions in the soil here. Doesn’t let us think for long that we belong anywhere else right now than here, in this life we’ve made.” AND the series beginning with the other part of the story – “Let me tell you, it’s a strange thing to be faced with that kind of choice: the haven of not-knowing, of continuing to allow yourself to imagine your beginnings instead of knowing the concrete structure of truth. As soon as you find out the true version of events, every single other possibility of who and what and where closes with a SMACK and a once-crowded hall of maybe’s becomes a straight hallway with just one door: these are the people you came from.”
- finslippy – Eye of the tiger! – “Osteoporosis runs in my family, Kevin. My grandmother ‘s bones were like meringue. She sneezed and her face broke.”
- Her Bad Mother – It’s My Motherhood, And I’ll Celebrate It If I Want To – “There’s no reason, no reason at all, for motherhood to be inextricably associated with 50’s-style domestic servitude. There is nothing essentially retrograde or anti-feminist about motherhood. It’s attitudes about motherhood that are retrograde and anti-feminist. And I have news for you: the most retrograde and antifeminist attitude about motherhood is the one that holds that there is something limiting and unimportant and retrograde and antifeminist about motherhood. Mothers (and fathers, although I’m not speaking for fathers here) do the most important public work that there is: they raise citizens.” This is probably my absolute favorite post this week. Thinking of Her Bad Mother right now.
- matt, liz and madeline – the last few weeks… – “before bed that night, the tv was on and maddy pointed to an image of fidel castro and said, ‘daddy! daddy!’ it may be time to trim the beard.” And after you read this, did you go back and start from the very beginning? BECAUSE DO IT.
- Mommy Wants Vodka – Blogging in Harsh Daylight – “I like blogging in the open, most of the time. It keeps me honest, it makes me genuinely think before I hit the keys and say something nasty or foul and it quells my inner urge to gossip like a little bitch. I’d rather not wake up one morning to a string of nasty-grams in my inbox or my voicemail (ha! Like I check my voicemail or something.) because someone found out that I’d told The Internet that they have a fetish for sticking their fingers up puckered cat poo holes.” Trying to articulate something on this, minus puckered cat poo holes. More later.
- Momtrolfreak – We All Scream… – “This is where being momtrolling comes into play. Because I was Not Happy about this. I quipped that next time Aquaman was going to chaperone he’d have to pass some sort of training session first. I sought out and apologized to the other mom chaperones. And the teachers…”
- Whiskey in My Sippy Cup – If My Mother Tells Me To Stop Playing With My Latte, Does That Mean I Have To Make A Commitment? – “I am no one. When you close your screen, I go away and I don’t come back until you do. And I like it that way. I like the total lack of commitment that keeping this blog brings with it. I can’t let you down, you’ll never be disappointed or shocked or outraged, not truly, because I don’t exist.” AND Or Maybe I Just Suck – “And now I don’t know if I’m sad that my kid had to see us acting like three year olds or if I’m secretly a little glad that he witnesses an argument that resolved itself within ten minutes with a big hug and two unprompted and very sincere apologies that I made sure happened right in front of that kid and then ice cream, because ice cream cures all evils. Am I wrong to think that I should be teaching him that it’s okay to have conflicts and that the world doesn’t end when you have them?”
