How Are You Feeling?

While we’re all working out how to feel about the election results, we figured we’d take a break from typing, deleting and occasionally posting angry Facebook comments to share this quote from Maya Angelou:

“I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back.”

We don’t have to accept this. It wasn’t just politics. This isn’t the difference between left or right, its the difference between good and evil.

For starters, we’re planning on showing up with our fellow feminists at the Women’s March On Washington on January 21, 2016. Who is coming with us?

To (Re)Read, Guys: A Moveable Feast

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I’ve always loved to read. (COOL STORY, right? Bear with me.) My mother used to drop me off at the library when I was 8 or 9 with an actual brown-bagged lunch, and I’d spend the day alone, tearing through book after plastic-covered book, like the wildly popular kid I so clearly was. (Have actually thought about this a lot lately and often wonder if that was appropriate? Leaving a youngish child unattended for a five-hour stretch in a public place? Eh, it was New Hampshire, I guess.*) Nowadays my time at the library is spent taking advantage of the free WiFi, and my time reading is limited to the five or so minutes I can keep my eyes open after crawling into bed—but, oh Lordy, what a glorious five minutes those are.

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But What Does It Mean…

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…that the only image that, on its own, stirred anything within me from the legit PLETHORA of fashion month content taking over my social media feed is this D&G logo t-shirt and shiny mini skirt combo? (And by ‘stirred anything within me’, I mean enticed me to take a lazy snapshot of The Cut’s Instagram image of such and DM it to myself at 3 in the morning whilst breastfeeding.) Can I no longer fully appreciate or discern the serious art and skill behind truly designed fashion? Or am I just, now and always, a sucker for a tee tucked into a mini skirt? Is it the FLOWERS because they look tropical which makes me think of going to, like, Cuba or Guatemala? Or the bare legs, and summer?

Important questions, people, important questions.

Fall Mom Bag

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With two deep exterior pockets and a hidden zippered one, drawstring AND buckle closures, adjustable straps and a bangin’ leopard design in washable canvas, this $38 Baggu backpack*** is my Fall #mombag wet dream. And I brought it home a day before Fall officially starts, so don’t say I’m not on top of it.

***FOR SOME GD REASON GOOGLE IS BREAKING THE DIRECT LINK TO THE BACKPACK. So anyone who wants this backpack (and who WOULDN’T) should MANUALLY head over to the Urban Outfitters site to get it. Thank you and goodbye.

A #NYFW Photo Diary

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It’s never more apparent that you’re NOT at Fashion Week than when you’re scrolling through Instagram in a leaky nursing bra and men’s underwear, sitting on a maxi pad bleeding like it’s your middle school period. Having a new baby while other Fashion People are at Fashion Week is a great way to feel like a shell of your former self, and I know this because I’ve had a new baby during two Fashion Weeks and felt compelled to write about it in the Notes section of two iPhones. (Excerpt from when Kai was straight from the womb, in February 2014: I’m laying perfectly still in a small apartment that rattles because of its proximity to the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway and I’m wearing a milk-soaked plus-size top by Jessica Simpson and elastic waist leopard-print pants that are bunched up around my knees. Twelve years ago I interned at Vogue with sparkly, interesting people, some of whom have become television celebrities, internationally known editors, wardrobe department icons and acclaimed novelists. And so on, you get the gist.) Continue reading

The Literal ONLY Thing No One Told Me About Being A Parent

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Being a parent, I’ve realized, is basically a series of one cliché after another eventually ringing true – the very same clichés, mind you, I found so annoying to hear throughout my pregnancy, dispensed by friends and strangers alike, and disguised as advice. But guess what, guys? IT IS ALL SO TRUE. Just true in a way that isn’t obvious or interesting or useful until you are In It. “Enjoy that sleep now.” (DEAR GOD. NO COMMENT.) “You’ll never feel such love.” (I MEAN.) “They grow so fast.” (HOW IS BAILEY ALMOST SIX MONTHS OLD.) (NO, REALLY, HOW.) I now see that the longstanding tradition of speaking those clichés to every preggo stranger on the street is actually part of a greater effort to ensure that soon-to-be mama that she is not, actually, alone in the universe when she finds herself changing a screaming baby’s diaper at 4am on a Saturday night, unshowered and unloved and about to give up. These clichés are a support system in disguise: We’ve all been there, love. It will be ok.  Continue reading