Rock Me Like a Hurricane
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New York City wasn’t the only thing that got screwed during Hurricane Sandy.
Evidently some New Yorkers who were lucky enough to hunker down with a sweetheart as Sandy ravaged the East Coast will be welcoming their “storm babies” to the world in a few short months.
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The New York Times has a very good, very important story today about parents who don’t diaper their children and let them urinate/defecate wherever they want because of the environment, but also because it allows one to be in touch their child’s “elimination communications.” We’re trying to refrain from judgement, but shouldn’t parents be doing the communicating about where its appropriate to go pee-pee, since they know language and don’t have a soft spot on their skull?
This item was full of gems, most notably the ending:
Still, even the most ardent practitioners observe some limits. “I don’t think you can walk down Fifth Avenue and just let your baby poop on the sidewalk,” [some lady] said.
This essay has caused a veritable–excuse our punnery–shitstorm on the web that the Times‘ commenting section alone is worth the read. Here are just a choice few of our favorites.
Are you guys ready to read tweets from Rep. Steve “The most conservative Congressman in Texas! 100% lifetime NRA, GOA, NAGR, Right to Life rating. Offended? Yell at @DonnyFerguson” Stockman?
Are you??! Because fair warning, he’s got himself a new bumper sticker idea, and it definitely includes some nonsensical sloganeering about abortion, babies and guns.
So…you ready for it?
Sleeping through the night doesn’t seem like such a hard task. Not to brag, but I used to do it all the time. One minute I would be struggling to decode a Will Shortz pun, the next minute: Sunlight! Garbage trucks! Some asshole honking! A new day dawned.
My son, Sam, however, does not seem to have gotten the memo. Not only does he not sleep through the night, he is almost no help at all with the Times crossword. Unless the clue is “One who can’t be pacified,” say.
It’s funny how much sleep obsesses new parents.
On a recent Tuesday afternoon at the mothers’ yoga group I frequent in Park Slope, the conversation turned to sex. There we were, a dozen women in stretchy pants and nursing bras, surrounded by sippy cups and teething rings, our cleavage a collective graveyard of stale Cheerio detritus—naturally, we were in the mood.
B is for Baby
“Why is that baby being such a dick?”
This was in 2009. My husband, Jeff, and I were on our way to Berlin, and a toddler a few rows ahead of us was voicing dissatisfaction with his sudden corporeal confinement by making the sorts of noises Janis Joplin might have produced had she lived to accidentally stick her hand into a garbage disposal.
I rolled my eyes and returned to my US Weekly and Delta-issue merlot. “I know. What an asshole.”
John Lennon once sang of instant karma. But in my case, it took three years.
The Daily Transom
Former News International executive Rebekah Brooks and her former racehorse trainer husband announced the arrival of their daughter, Scarlett Anne Mary Brooks, at a private hospital in London today, reports the Independent.
Add another RSVP to the great guest list of life — a newly minted nightlife power couple will soon be a family of three.
Party blog doyenne Rachelle Hruska and her new husband, hotelier Sean MacPherson, are welcoming a new member this December, Ms. Hruska confirmed to The Observer.
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W editor-in-chief Stefano Tonchi and his partner, the gallerist David Maupin, have welcomed twin girls–named Maura and Isabella–via surrogate. Hearty congratulations–laced with hopes that this will not cut back on Mr. Tonchi’s packed social schedule!
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