My Poor Baby

Thunderstorms terrify Junebug. And we’re in the midst of one now, one that had VERY CLOSE lightning and VERY LOUD thunder. Presumably, something got hit, because there were sirens shortly after the reeeeeealllly loud thunderclap. Nowhere is safe enough, of…

My, What a Prophetic Headline

Apparently, there’s been quite a hue and cry over this magazine cover. It’s a parenting magazine. With a nursing baby on the cover. And OH MY GOD IT’S A BREAST! A BREAST! The cover story? “Why Women Don’t Nurse Longer.”…

Vanity Blogging

The antibiotics thing is nothing new, by the way. I’m pretty absent-minded in general. My best ever absentmindedness story is this: One semester, my day started at ten in the morning Monday through Thursday. On Friday, however, I had a…

In Which Dear Prudence Turns Into Maggie Gallagher

The Pink Superhero has been waiting ALL. DAY. LONG. for us to tackle today’s Dear Prudence column, and the Pink One has waited long enough. Dear Prudence, I am a 22-year–old, self-sufficient adult. I have been dating the same man…

Oh, No! My Boyfriend’s Fat!

It’s time for another Cary Tennis column! Actually, while I usually think Cary gives crappy non-advice, I do think he got this one right. First, the letter: Dear Cary, Currently I’m dating a man who just won’t leave my consciousness,…

It’s tomorrow morning.

They haven’t yet told me when. I’m actually a little anxious about releasing my postoperative body into my care. That’s not weird, is it? I found out this morning that I have even more reason to worry. My doctor prescribed…

Many Happy Returns of the Day

Speaking of disability, accomodation, and social support, the Chronicle has been reporting on the death toll from our little heat wave: The Great Heat Wave of 2006 was not just an epic meteorological event — it was an epochal one,…