All this gay talk in DC with SCOTUS debating same sex marriage and POTUS calling for a ban on LGBTQ conversion therapy because well, that’s just freakishly barbaric. Whose idea was it anyway to convert those who are gay, lesbian, transgender and/or not-white-upper-country-club-class-heterosexual-congressmen type men into white-upper-country-club-class-heterosexual-congressmen type men? Why this barbaric practice exists in the first place is disgusting and shameful, clearly invented by white-upper-country-club-class-heterosexual-congressmen type men really, really afraid of something. Conversion
Sparkly Lip Gloss and the F Bomb
Boy came got off the bus really, really happy, which hasn’t been the case all year since apparently the 7th grade girls, or at least two of them, have decided he’s cute. Really, really cute. Boy has been riding the bus to middle school for about a month now, a 6:27 am bus ride that the older, hairier high school kids insist be silent, because well, duh, it’s 6:30 in
First Day of School Bus Stop Joy
School’s back in session, and thousands of iPhones are capturing the magic milestones as little back packs, shiny new shoes, and fancy lead-based lunch boxes climb that big yellow bus. Tiny little fists heroically wave goodbye to the parents left behind. And while tears are being shed, there are a few, brief moments of joy. Here’s mine:
How to Choose the Right Team for Your Kid
Spring has sprung, and the U13 boys lacrosse teams have been chosen for the highly competitive youth lax season in my little town, where everybody is going to play on a full athletic Division 1 scholarship in just 6 or 7 short years. Word. This vast pool of extreme athletic talent consists of primarily 6th and 7th grade boys, very few with armpit hair, with the occasional 5th grader thrown