Evil and cute are two things that don’t usually go together. Yet in the charming new computer animated movie, Despicable Me, evil and cute go together like chocolate and peanut butter.
The evil in question goes by the name of Gru. He’s a pointy nosed fellow who looks like the love child of Dr. Evil and Uncle Fester. Gru has earned his place in the world by being mean, evil and well, despicable. He’s the kind of guy who will delight… Continue
You know, ice cream is delicious and all, but it sure is high maintenance for something that’s supposed to be a lighthearted summer treat. Seriously. It’s not just a dessert; it’s an event dessert, a destination dessert. We shepherd the kids through long lines and help them sort through the choices – Cone or dish?…
The latest top baby names are in, via this article on PBS or directly from the Social Security Administration, and I guess I should not be surprised how much pop culture influences the choice of baby names. From vampires to glee clubs, football players to reality TV stars, ideas come… Continue
In "honor" of the war in Afghanistan last week surpassing the war in Vietnam as officially the longest war in American history, here's Alabama 3 (the band that did the Sopranos theme song), doing "Vietnamistan" (click here if embed doesn't… Continue
Ironically, the original Toy Story marks the beginning of my adult life. It came out the summer that I graduated college. I had moved to a new city and was struggling to adjust to a great many things. I have vivid memories of sitting in a theater with my friends on a Saturday afternoon, surrounded by screaming kids and harried parents. But when the lights went down and the movie splashed across the screen, it didn’t matter how old any of us were—the… Continue
Well, here we are. Summer vacation. It’s always such a busload of expectations, isn’t it? There’s more to this season than just a pleasant change in the weather, I tell you. It means something. The school year, with all its frustrations and challenges, simply ends. No more pencils, no more books. The routine we were slave to all those months simply… Continue
My soon-to-be-kindergartener recently asked me if he gets to be in Boy Scouts when he's in kindergarten.
I bit my tongue long enough to avoid the diatribe. I drew a little blood. Instead I just told him he could be in something like Boy Scouts, but not Boy Scouts specifically, because they don't let gay people be in Boy Scouts, and I think that's mean.
A new report from the U.S. National Longitudinal Lesbian Family Study (NLLFS), the longest-running and largest study of American lesbian families, has found that the 17-year-old children of lesbian mothers, all conceived through donor insemination, "were rated higher than their peers in social, academic, and overall competence, and lower in aggressive behavior, rule-breaking, and social problems, on standardized assessments of psychological adjustment." The… Continue
Yes, readers - though I suspect many of you probably follow Rush Limbaugh's doings (not to mention his words) about as closely as a toddler follows the minutes of the UK Astrophysics Society - yesterday was the day that talk-radio hatemonger Rush Limbaugh entered into his fourth "traditional marriage." You know, the kind he and other wingers always refer to as having all that "sanctity" (as opposed to all those ooky gay ones which lack it)?
This question isn't just for me. It's for a lot of people I know who deal with this. How does one parent through depression?
Dear Melancholic Mom:
Assuming that your depression isn't so bad that you need to be hospitalized, it's not really an option to abandon your parenting responsibilities. The one solace you can take is that your kids won't realize you're depressed. When you're weeping on the sofa in the middle of the… Continue
The first meditation class I ever took was a one-off, free-of-charge, two-hour deal through the continuing education department at the University of Washington. I rode the city bus there from my studio apartment one Tuesday evening after hiking home from my office manager job, changing out of my stiff business suit into ripped jeans and a flannel shirt, and wolfing down my standard bagel-and-beer dinner. Only this time, in consideration of the meditation class, I made it one beer instead of… Continue