The American Justice System

Today, while browsing Twitter, I saw the hashtag #freekesha was trending again. I looked, and to my utter dismay, the American Justice System has failed once again.

Kesha has been embroiled in a lengthy legal battle for 2 years now, fighting for her freedom. She has accused her producer, Doctor Luke, of emotional abuse and rape. In fact, it was because of his emotional abuse that Kesha was forced to check into a mental health facility a few years back, as she struggled daily with eating disorders. 

The War on Formula

"Breast is best!"

"You want the best for your baby, don't you?"

"They need breastmilk, it makes them healthy!"

If you're a mom or a mom-to-be, or really just a woman in general, you've no doubt heard those words before. 

Boobs vs The World

I like to flash my boobs at people.

Oh wait, no, I actually just like to feed my kid. 

So today I was reading some comments on YouTube below a video about breastfeeding. If you've been on any mommy site (or the Internet in general) this year, then I'm sure you've seen at least one person put down and someone else defend breastfeeding. 

I've been lied to, and so have you.

Lately I've been on YouTube a lot, listening to what a lot of you have to say. And I must say; I'm not impressed.

Popular YouTubers such as Laci Green and the girl from Feminist Frequency used to be some of the people I looked up to. If you went into the deep archives of this blog, you can probably find several posts where I try and make sense of the Feminist ideas that I was trying to believe in. 

But since then, I've taken steps into the real world, and it is nothing like what teenage me thought.

A letter from Roman

Dear Mommy, 

You know I love you very much. So much that I never want to be away from you. And generally, you're not such a terrible mother, but lately you've been slacking, almost to the point of letting me die. This is getting serious. 

Maybe you don't know about some of the important things that I need to survive. So I decided to come on your blog (since you're always here, ignoring important things like me) and tell you exactly what I need to stay alive.

I'm actually a huge celebrity

In the last several months, I found myself slowly morphing into Regina George. In the last week alone, I cannot count how many times I've asked the question "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

I am not a famous singer. I'm not a supermodel. I have very little money, and even less time to do anything to make said money. I'm not an athlete or a superhero. But I am a huge celebrity and I have a fan that can outdo a preteen at a Justin Bieber concert.

His name is Roman Schools, and he's my son.

A Letter To My Son

Dear Son,

I know that you are very young still, and you probably won't ever see this, but I just have to get his off my chest.

You know that I love you, that I'll always love you no matter what. 

But sometimes I really don't like you.

Let me explain.