An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Fatalist

My mother took several of the grandkids out to her cabin in the desert this week, and I guess one night my nephews grew tired of being bossed around and needed to take a break from playing. That’s when Leta came up to my mom, her lower lip curled into a huge pout, and said, “Noah won’t play with me, and I never get to play, and I’m going to grow up to be an old, lonely woman.” My mother called me immediately and said THIS IS DEFINITELY YOUR CHILD.

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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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