An unfiltered fire hose of flaming condemnation

Rue Du Commerce

This was the street outside our hotel in Jacmel, Haiti, a rare moment when it wasn’t full of bustling motorcycles. It’s nice to remember the intense, consuming heat of the two days I spent there as it was seven degrees outside when I woke up this morning. It’s been a few weeks and only recently have I stopped swatting at ghost mosquitos I think are hovering nearby.

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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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