On "childcare" and "helping out around the home"
Ladies, Proctor and Gamble have some products they think might be for you. By @bluemilk
Ladies, Proctor and Gamble have some products they think might be for you. By @bluemilk
The sword in the stone, vehicular ideology, Lance Cairns & Te Kooti.
Via @bluemilk
… what Hrdy finds is that a supportive network of caregivers is an evolutionarily stable strategy, ensuring children have many attachment figures. Patriarchal society isolated mothers by creating an environment that immured them from the social support that has long been the hallmark of our species. The image of the mother as “an all-giving, totally dedicated creature who turns herself over to her children”, says Hrdy, is not one that “takes into account the woman’s perspective”.
Who among us hasn’t cracked a window by doing something that seemed a good idea at the time?* Help out a scholar and a gentleman with the cost of some repairs.
* this question is rhetorical.
We played our video launch party at the darkroom in Christchurch on Saturday night. By all accounts, it went well. I say that because I don’t really know. Yes, I was there, but barely conscious. I was in a state of extreme inebriation. This isn’t something I am at all proud of - I say this as…
A popular early pregnancy book written by monks (!) wisely advised women that, as Epstein recounts, “if a cat ejaculated on sage and then a man ate the sperm-tainted herb, he would grow a cat in his stomach and vomit it out.” I use that example here only because it is awesome. But the point is: Fear-mongering advice books by non-medical professionals are nothing new.
The way we were, understood in the light of the way we live now.
A miscellany of your views.
@knedd today made the shattering assertion that boysenberry is the least of the flavoured ice-creams, and further contended that the enjoyment of fruited ice-creams may well be divisible by gender.
Friends, where do you stand on this? (I am also interested to hear the opinions on other fruit-flavoured desserts of those who can’t or don’t eat ice-cream .)
Let us strive for truthiness by means of anecdotes.
(Disclosure: Boysenberry is by far my favourite ice-cream flavour.)
It’s Friday afternoon, I’m stripping Moodle pages in preparation for the new semester, and I’m caught in a sentimental loop listening to this video on YouTube. It’d be nostalgia, except I could easily have been doing the same thing in 2006 as well.