Category Archives: women

+5 Hair Clips of Prettiness

Listen up, y’all. I bought new hair clips and they are adorable. This is important. They make me feel pretty. And that, my dears, is a feeling that I’ve been notably lacking in the last two and a half years or so.

It’s an underrated feeling. When I was working, before we found out about the boyos, I was leaving the house every day. I was interacting with people I didn’t share DNA or a bed with. So I put in some effort. But then I stopped working, I became planetary in size with my pregnancy, and I’ve been chasing babies for the last 21.5 months. I don’t get out much. So, I just kinda stopped paying attention to what I looked like and the next thing I knew, just putting on pants was a fashion accomplishment. I let everything go. I didn’t really exercise, I was lax about skin care and oral hygiene. I forgot how to do cute eyeshadow. It was bad, and — worse — Andrew was starting to follow me down.

But then I got a good haircut. And then another. And I dyed my hair purple, which I have always wanted to do. I bought nail polish. And some really cute hair clips with flowers on them and everything. And I wore my hair clips today, with no one but my kids and my dog at home during the day to see or care. None of them did.

But I did. I cared that I looked cute with my little flower hair clips. I felt pretty, and it made me want to continue to feel pretty. So I scrubbed my face and I put on a mud mask and I toned and moisturized. I even flossed, y’all. I flossed.

If you stay at home a lot, like me, listen up. At home, most of the time, you don’t really have any kind of reason to look good. But you also don’t have any kind of reason not to look good. For yourself. To remind yourself that you’re precious and worth taking care of. Feeling a little pretty here and there can lead to other improvements, like eating better and exercising more. I’m still kind of working up to that last one, but nobody’s perfect. *wink*

So find something that makes you feel pretty (or handsome, as the case may be), and make it happen. Maybe it’s sparkly jewelry, or polished nails, or purple hair, or that piercing you always wanted. It’ll boost you up way more than you might think.


Dead Horses

I know I just wrote about this the other day, but I feel like I need to come back to it. I don’t know, the older I get, the more this kind of thing makes me angry.

I’m talking about women. Well, more specifically, how people view women, talk to women, behave around and towards women, how people market (or don’t market) to women. This kind of stuff has been getting a lot of attention lately, and I think that that’s a good thing. We live in a remarkably interconnected world these days, and alienating essentially half of the entire human population of the world can’t be a good idea.

I can’t fathom it. I simply do not understand. What the hell is so scary about women? This is the 21st century, for Chrissake, and we can’t even get our government to admit that women should be paid the same amount as men for the same work. We live in a place where a woman can be banned from her constitutionally protected right to free speech because she made some men uncomfortable. Bonus irony points to that last example because the women was speaking out against reproductive legislation. All the good I can say is at least they didn’t call her a prostitute for it.

I’m just boggled, I guess. I can see that this is happening; I just don’t know know why this is happening. So, if someone wants to explain it to me, I’m all ears.