who run this world?


Of course you did. We all did.

I was never much of a current events girl until I joined Facebook, because that’s really all Facebook is – these days, especially. Current events and opinions. And, of course, opinions about current events.

Political opinions, parenting opinions, pit bull opinions (more on that later, omg), and 17-year-old endangered gorilla opinions.

On the one hand, yay, to humans for talking about some quote-unquote real sh*t in between all that candy crushing, but on the other hand, what the h-e-double hockey sticks, guys?

A small human being fell (doesn’t even matter how once it has happened) into the gorilla enclosure at a zoo and people have actually said things like “maybe the parents should have been shot” or “the gorilla was holding the boys hand probably trying to help and gets killed for it” or “he was treating that little boy like gorillas treat their young.”

Yea! Gorillas drag their young through moats (…?), so it’s fine if they drag our young through moats!

Have any of these people actually watched the footage?

I’d like to think that as the species with the largest cerebral cortex, we have the mental capacity to feel sadness for an endangered animal dying in this way, but also enough reasoning to know that when a 4-year-old human being’s life is in the hands of a 400lb gorilla, it makes a whole bunch of sense to shoot the gorilla.

We didn’t get to where we are a species (however you feel about us) by handing our young over to gorillas and shooting their parents, guys – we just didn’t.

All I can figure is that this is either a case of backward evolution or society having their collective head up their collective rear-end.

See, I have opinions, too.


winners and losers

I’m sparing you guys the post I had all typed up about kids and sports and competition and participation medals.

Mostly because I ovary-acted and sounded awfully f*cking judgy for a mom who found an old aquarium admission ticket in her Star Wars crossbody bag with the word “penis” scribbled on the back of it, but also because I used the term ‘butthurt,’ and didn’t want the butthurt folk who might be reading to endure more butthurt.

Am I even using that word right…?

Still, to let you know where I stand on kids and sports and competition and participation medals without insulting anyone who might think different than myself, after my son’s first soccer game of the season, I asked him if they chose a team name yet and he was all “I don’t think so…but everyone yells ‘hustle’ a lot…?”

And I feel like he should get all the medals just for being so dang weird/funny.