What are you mad about this time Roccie?

I am sure there are great blog posts out there about this subject.  In fact, I sent a request to Peggy Orenstein, author of Cinderalla Ate My Daughter, to prompt her on it.  I know authors of her caliber don't have time to respond to every question, but let's hope.

In the mean time, here are my most recent rants.

What kind of message are we sending our sons?  How are we teaching them to perceive and treat women?

I am painfully aware of the crap we sling at our daughters.  Remember the "Too Pretty to Do My Homework" bullshit?  The ever present princess.  The diva-as-desirable.  Remember when diva meant asshole?

The pink.  Have mercy on me, the incessant pink.  It is familiar territory where I quickly get riled up.  Now I have the exposure to what we give our precious corn fed sons.

Shirts that read "Lock Up Your Daughters" or "Heartbreaker".

I saw a couple holiday themed ones.  I can only assume it is for Easter as it has a bunch of little yellow baby chickens on it and reads: "Chicks are all over me".  This one is countered with the cougar-centric "Older Chicks Dig Me".

Have I totally lost my sense of humor.

Me, Myself and I

What am I going to do with all that dry clean only.

Maternity leave ended last week.  I went back into the office to quit.  Tender my resignation.  Stick it to the man.  Claim my freedom.  So why am I the one feeling a little on the low side?

The fucknuttery ran wild at my firm, but damn if I didn't have some fabulous friends there.  I am grateful and lucky to have had them.  I think the Us vs. Them mentality (Cool Kids vs. Senior Management) made the good ones that much better.

Whoa.  Why the past tense there?  I did not do that for effect.  I only caught it when I read my own words back.  I know things will never be the same with my friends and I will miss them.  I really miss them.

Please go stand by my friend K.  She is one of the friends I am taking with me, no matter where I go.  K, you are more precious to me than you know.

I am tempting Fate for you

We have a lot of our sisters out there in the trenches right now - early cycle days, in The Wait or pregnant.  Go ahead and let your fantasies run wild.  I will tempt Fate out loud so s/he misses your verbalization of a Take Home Baby.

Toddlerina is on the upswing.

I read a book that compared babies/toddlers/preschoolers to a spiral.  Picture a slinky hanging down from the ceiling.  That kind of spiral.  The upswing is to the whole ages: 1, 2 or 3.  The downswing is on the half year: 6 months, 1 and a half, TWO AND A HALF, etc.

(You can read about equilibrium and disequilibrium here and here.  It is really interesting.  I wish I had known it prior to my own demise.)

I have been a prisoner in my home for the last 6 months.  Ok, maybe a little longer as she descended into madness.  It is where I got the nick name Toddlerina for HRH.  She ruled with a tiny iron fist.  And teeth.

Heavens rejoice, I think I see the light at the end of the tunnel.  My girl is returning.  Oh, how I missed her.

I suppose I will need a new name for Toddlerina.  She will be a preschooler this year and hopefully not a tiny tyrant.  Jay doesn't have a handle.  Not sure why she does.

PreSchoolerista doesn't really roll off the tongue.  Maybe I just need to get used to this new little person with her new identity.