An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

The Hamiltons

This is my dad Mike and my step mother Nelta. Again, Jon set up the shot with remote flashes, and no kidding, I had to do the SHINGLES! dance to get my dad to smile. This is one of maybe five photographs of him in existence wherein he is smiling. I think I inherited that tendency from him, to freeze up and go stone cold blank when the camera is turned on me. Maybe because cameras steal souls?

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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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