(via Sarah Brown)
This is a life’s work, becoming a person who sees him or herself in the other. The older I get, the easier it is to see commonalities most of the time, instead of in fleeting moments.
I’ve never had a literal enemy, but it’s easy to label people as “other” even in everyday life. Have you ever had one of those humbling moments where you realize that someone you judged, or even dismissed, was more like you than not?
Alexis Krauss of the Sleigh Bells, Regency Ballroom 2012
Hank (age 4): She has style.
Me: What does that mean?
Hank: It means she’s really good at stuff. And she’s pretty.
Me: Is it a Brontosaurus?
Me: Is it a Stegosaurus?
Me: Is it a Diplodocus?
Hank: No, Mooom! It’s a T-Rex!
Me: How do you know?
Hank: Because those other dinosaurs you named are herbivores.
Hey, team. I’ve recently had two girlfriends suffer chemical depression that they feel is related to breast feeding — either feeding or weaning. For the record, I’m pro breastfeeding, but con debilitating sadness. I just wanted to link to these posts in case any of you are suffering from something similar and trying to figure out what’s up.
Joanna Goddard from A Cup of Jo on Depression and Weaning
Helen Jane of HelenJane.com on Depression and Breastfeeding Hormones
I’m also hoping to bump the info up on search engines so it’s easier to unearth for other women who may be trying to figure out why they’re crying all the time even though they’re technically past the post-partum depression window.
Have you had a similar experience? If so, you’re welcome to leave stories and links to posts on the subject in comments.
Again! I am pro breastfeeding, and boobs in general. Thanks to Joanna and HJ for speaking up, breastfeeding is a scary issue to address online. Brave. Low fives, ladies.
Hey. You should go to SxSW this year. It’s fun.
I’ve been attending since … 2000? 2001? I forget because of tequila. Anyway, it’s always colder than I expect, and despite my best intentions I never actually return to my hotel room to change for the evening.
Texas is crazy casual, plus hangovers prevent you from ironing. Over the years, I’ve honed a day-to-evening wardrobe perfectly suited to SxSW’s slow but unrelenting pace. If you want to be cute, but super comfortable, and also want to avoid changing when the night comes, you will need the following:
a (preferably sexy) tank top,
a light jacket or blazer,
sunglasses (Ow. Stupid sunlight.),
and one piece of jewelry. (Optional. I always pack something but usually forget I’ve brought it. Apparently bringing a bracelet makes me feel secure, so who am I to deny you, right? Right.)
Following my uniform requirements, here’s some inspiration for what you might wear to Interactive, Film, and Music respectively. See you there, team! Beers on me.
So how about you? Have you ever been to SxSW, and are you planning to go this year? If not, what are your tips for surviving and enjoying big events? Let us know in comments.
Are you naked? Awesome. I made this for you.
I meant to have this up by Valentine’s Day, but I have a feeling you guys are indecent enough to have sex year round. Speaking of which, what’s on your mood-music playlist? Let us know in comments.
Links to individual songs:
Play that Dirty Girl from Atomic Tom
Easy to Love from The Jezebels
Heartbeats from Jose Gonzalez
Here I Am from The Spring Standards
Simple Math from Manchester Orchestra
I Want Some More from Dan Auerbach
Will Do from TV on the Radio
I Will from MoZella
Animal from Neon Trees
Try a Little Tenderness from Otis Redding
Transatlanticism from Death Cab for Cutie