People don’t have to like Hillary Clinton. People don’t have to vote for Hillary in the primaries. Or in the general election. But much like the anti-Obama vitriol, everyone should check in with themselves as to why they don’t like her.
Much of what I see posted by liberals, progressives (of which I consider myself), and conservatives is sexist.
Bias is a scientific fact. The goal of “good people” is to be aware and work through inherent bias, not to think: “Well, I’m a good person so I must not be racist or sexist.” It’s not magic or an admonishment against our character. We are less racist and sexist after we understand our world, society, neighborhood, family and personal lives and confront the inherent racism and sexism in our thoughts and actions. Good character is about the work involved in battling against prejudice.
Super Tuesday is here: Vote your conscience, not your bias.
This post is sponsored by Stonyfield Organic and OXO Tot.
When I was pregnant with my first child, there were a lot of things that I almost fell for. Like warmers for baby wipes. And diaper genies. I didn’t realize a crib could be unnecessary for the first six months and the pacifier wouldn’t change a thing about breastfeeding. And how much yogurt a family with one toddler would eat.
I learned and made better choices for baby number two, and by the time baby three showed up, I knew what we needed and what was ridiculous. Or so I thought.
As it turns out, over the last decade there have been some innovations. Like this weird swing thing that moves around rather than back and forth. I didn’t bother buying it but the weird swing seemed much cooler than any swing we’d ever had and I was quite impressed with how many moms insisted I purchase it.
I did however discover the OXO grape cutter. I would’ve scoffed in the store but my friends at Stonyfield teamed up with OXO to give their bloggers of babies and toddlers some cool stuff.
And immediately my pediatrician husband grabbed the grape cutter.
I serve grapes and not the tips of fingers pretty much every day rather than that one time I have 30 minutes to slice choking hazards. Even my 6 year old prefers her grapes sliced much to my chagrin.
Speaking of my bigger kids, they definitely stole the fancy OXO water bottle, but the baby is not into straws beyond shaking them at me like I’m an off-beat tuba in the orchestra. The adults use it, too, since it’s nice to have the straw slide back in allowing for no possibility of spills because let’s face it, age doesn’t preclude spillage.
We also use the plate and silverware often probably because the toddler wants to do everything the big kids do — including using a plate — although mostly the plate is a frisbee in which to feed the dog. But it is not broken so let’s give credit where credit is due.
We liked the bib, but the baby has become The Hulk when we attempt to put on any bib so no one should take that personally, and as usual, the snack container was more like a human hand trap, but I’ve never met one that isn’t so maybe it’s me.
If you have to pick one wonderfully unexpectedly useful thing to buy a new mom, go with the grape cutter, and you’ll be QUEEN OF THE PLAY GROUP in no time. Or ignore me all together but here’s links to everything I mentioned:
Obviously, I am so happy my children love their teachers. What parent doesn’t want their kids to gush over the learning and fun and classroom which their school teacher provides even if my daughter mixes up “mom” and “Mrs. X” a few more times than the person who let her live in her uterus for over nine months would expect?
Not this parent. I’m good with two moms if she’s happy at school.
Well… until her teachers is absent. Not only do my kids like their routines, I get subsitute reports that go a little something (exactly like) this:
Me: “How was your day today?”
Me: “Why? What happened?”
N: “We had a substitute teacher, and he did everything wrong.”
Me: “Everything wrong?”
N: “Yeah, he didn’t do like Mrs. X.”
Me: “So it was wrong.”
And a month later:
Me: “What did you learn today in school?”
N: “I didn’t learn ANYTHING.”
Me: “You learned nothing?”
N: “We had a substitute. She didn’t know anything so I learned nothing.”
Now, I don’t know whether to follow up with the school to get the low-down on these subs or to just feel sorry for anyone who tries to take my kids’ teachers place.