An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Yawn

I got home late last night after everyone was in bed, and when I came in the door Chuck was lying on a dog bed in the family room in the dark. He didn’t move, didn’t wag his tail, didn’t leap up to greet me. I walked over to him, lovingly smoothed back the fur on his head and said, “Well, you’re a piece of shit, too.”

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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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