An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Which should explain a few things

My next piece about the music from my childhood is up at Alpha mom:

“Whenever I hear just a few notes from ‘Super Trouper’ I’m reminded of the endless hours my siblings and I would dance in the living room next to the eight-foot-long console that housed the record player, and how I would giggle to the point of exhaustion that these women had devoted an entire song to poopers, extraordinary poopers, super poopers. My parents never corrected me, and now that I have children I can understand why: leverage. They would need that story in the following years to embarrass me into submission.”

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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