Mommy what is queer?

I have always encouraged my children from a very young age to ask as many questions as they like, about any topic that they are curious about. I believe these types of questions are important in fostering a child’s intellectual growth and allow them to gain awareness about how things work and their own surroundings. Over the years I have learned to be prepared for all and anything little inquiring minds may come up with in the form of questions – and I always do my best to answer as honestly and thoroughly as I know how.

Young children most always look to their parents for advice and knowledge when there is something they don’t understand. These questions can take many forms, some of my favorites include: why is the sky blue? If I take a screwdriver and unscrew my belly button will my butt fall off? Are boogers made out of brains?

The above questions are relatively easy to answer or find the answers to. This in my experience, is generally the scope and complexity of the questions presented by younger children. As they grow older, I am finding that the inquiries are becoming more complex. Whereas previously, my husband and I, or a trusted adult family member, served as valuable sources for reliable information, this is eminently changing. As they start to reach the age in which they are old enough to begin seeking out answers to life’s many mysteries from other information sources, answers may become conflated with inaccuracies and are in fact misinformation.

High school is the perfect breeding ground for many of these complex questions, the answers for which are being given by misinformed, (however well intentioned they may be) friends. Some of these friends may have parents that share the same parenting styles and beliefs that you do – others- not so much. Some of these friends may come from families that have strict religious beliefs on specific topics that govern their views on social issues that include topics such as race, politics and sexual orientation- others are simply misinformed, or just downright ignorant. The scary part about adults that hold specific views that are harsh or ignorant of the basic concept of human rights, is that these views transfer to their children, who then provide information to their friends. Children do not possess an innate concept of hate, racism or marginalization: this is something that is taught. By parents and other influential players throughout a child’s development.

Driving in the car yesterday, J turned to me and asked me point blank “Mommy, what does queer mean? Is it the same thing as gay? Some people at school say gay means happy but I hear other people saying that it means something different…”

Of all the years that I have been encouraging and answering questions from my children, I never considered that this might be a question. I took it for granted, and I was unprepared. I have made it a point to engage J in important dialog about various things such as the topic of sex, menstruation, racism, etc. but I had missed this topic entirely. How could this be?

I have many friends from the LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered) community and always took for granted that even though I don't define my friends in terms of their race, religion, cultural background, gender or sexual orientation, that, high school tends to become an exercise in “people labeling.”

Sexual orientation of people was never something that occurred to me in terms of “normal” or “abnormal” the way I always understood it was love knows no gender. Faced with J’s question I was forced to consider what I knew of growing up, and realized: I never had any discussions about what it meant to be gay or queer, it just wasn’t discussed. Not like the birds and the bees, or menstruation. I found myself in an odd predicament. Although I have friends that self identify as LGBT, non of them are currently in a long term relationship, if in relationships at all, and non have children. As such, it was never a topic that came up – until now.

As a parent, I am aware of the impact certain moments and the way things are explained can have on my children. I am most certainly not perfect in any right, which is part of being human. It was really important for me to try to explain this to J in terms that she understood, without giving information that might be inaccurate. So where could I go? Well, I did some internet trolling, and came up with a couple of sites that might be of use to parents who might be looking for similar information.

The first one is from Berkeley’s Gender Equity Resource Center. The resource center offers a thesaurus of terms and their definitions. These terms range from “queer” and “Dominant culture” to “gender conformity” and “heterosexual” with everything in between. Some of the terms listed on that link are beyond the scope of the topic of discussion, but it offers a good base to start from.

Another useful link is PFLAG a non-profit org, best described by its mission statement:

“PFLAG promotes the health and well-being of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender persons, their families and friends through: support, to cope with an adverse society; education, to enlighten an ill-informed public; and advocacy, to end discrimination and to secure equal civil rights. Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays provides opportunity for dialogue about sexual orientation and gender identity, and acts to create a society that is healthy and respectful of human diversity.” On this site there are many links to information and educational initiatives.


Parents will never have the answers to everything, but we do the best we can. The important thing I have found in my experience is to be open and willing to listen and answer questions to the best of my ability. Sometimes this means doing some extra digging around to find ways to explain things in age appropriate terms.

When it came down to my explanation I stuck with a combination of what I know, and offered up further information from the links above. This was best broken down into three important concepts:

1) Gay can mean more than one thing. It can mean happy. It can also be used in a situation where two people of the same sex either two boys or two girls are in a loving relationship. The same exact way that a boy and a girl can be in a loving relationship. It is also used by some people in a hurtful or mean way - this is wrong and those people need to be educated.

2) Queer is a more complicated term to explain. It is a term that is used to describe many people (an umbrella term). People who feel that people aren't born either a "boy" or a "girl" but that people can be either or. This could include people who are gay or people who are not gay. There is a whole area of study focused on this topic called queer theory.

3) There is nothing wrong with being queer or gay. People are people. Whether someone is queer or gay does not mean anything different. Its the same way that your name is J does not mean you are different, you are still a human being. Someone that does not know you cannot tell by looking at you, that your name is J any more than someone can tell by looking at a gay person that they are gay.

Unfortunately, in this day and age, people still need to be taught tolerance. I am a firm believer that our children are the key to a future of peace, tolerance and equity and that education offers a firm foundation for the way in which our children will act and respond to particular situations as adults.

Perhaps the most important lesson we can ever pass on to our children is that human rights are universal, and a natural right to all human beings regardless of race, religion, culture, economic status, or sexual orientation.



Glossary

Co-Sleeping
A skilled athletic sport attempted only by the most committed of athletes and exhausted of parents. Sleeping in the same bed or room as your child. Facilitates night nursing and is completely safe when done right.

  • E.g. "My MIL asked me if I was getting any sleep at night. I told her that I'm co-sleeping. She looked at me like I was crazy!"
  • E.g. "My baby was doing a total donkey kong during our co-sleeping last night."


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Couche
French for diaper.

  • E.g. "Do you have a poopy couche? Let's change that couche! Here we go, it's time for the couche song... Changing the couche, changing the couche, look at us, cha-a-anging the couche, changing the couche, Sweet Baby James and his couche-couche-couche! OK, all done!"


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Honey Badger
A very active, sometimes aggressive child whose determination is matched only by his/her physicality. Often independently-minded, sometimes perceived as difficult, always interesting. Also, a small snake-eating species of mustelid native to Africa, the Middle East and the Indian Subcontinent.



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La-Las/Booby Snack

Our preferred terms for breastfeeding (Svea's and Sarah's, respectively). A term chosen with great care, in consideration of the mother's intention to continue to nurse into toddlerhood. Anyone using this word within the child's earshot should be prepared to lift up their shirt and nurse him.

  • E.g. "Is it time for a booby snack?"
  • E.g. "Do you want some la-las?"


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Let down (sometimes called "Let down reflex" or simply "The Spray")
The sudden and often forceful flow or spray of milk from the nipple of a lactating woman. Brought on by the action of sucking or breastpumping, thoughts of breastfeeding, or the cries of one's own or another's baby. Sometimes signaled by a painful or tingling sensation, it causes one to check one's nursing pads not-so-surreptitiously, or to search frantically for something with which to cover one's suddenly soaked t-shirt.



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Mamactivism (women's movement, not to be confused with lactivism or intactivism)
The radical concept that mothers are people with the right to lead fulfilling, active, adult lives. Mamactivists believe a mother should be able to do most things other adults do — with a kid on her arm if she so chooses. See Mamactivism sub-blog, www.mamactivism.wordpress.com.

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Momtuition 
That special power that come with motherhood. Accompanies the growth of eyes in the back of your head, and the ability to know that your child is up to something. It also alerts you when something is not right.




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Pump a Snack
To produce a small amount of breastmilk through the use of a breastpump. Perfect for handing off to the father when mama needs to get some sleep and he's not quite sure he can handle the newborn on his own.

  • E.g. "Honey, did you pump a snack for me?" "Yes, well, not for you - for the baby."


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Sling (ring sling, porte-bébé)
A simple, wrap-style baby carrier, usually facilitated with the use of two strength-tested rings.



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Sweet Baby James/P.
Our chosen baby pseudonyms (Svea's and Sarah's, respectively). P is four months older than Sweet Baby James, whose lengthy moniker is derived from a James Taylor song.


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Twoddler
Like a tween but a lot younger: an infant inhabiting the stage between baby and toddler. Used to describe a mobile, precocious, and clearly brilliant child.

  • E.g. "You know what my twoddler did today? He pointed at a Winnie the Pooh picture and made a barkind sound. I was like, Wow, he's abstracted the idea of dog and generalized it to cartoon bears. SMART."

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THFS (Too Hot For Stroller)
A babywearing mama or papa who knows how to rock the look with style and grace. See THFS sub-blog, www.toohotforstroller.wordpress.com 

  • E.g. "Did you see that girl wearing high heels and a mei-tai? Holy crap, way THFS."
  • E.g. "My husband was wearing no shirt -- and the baby -- around the house this morning. I just about called the sitter to come in right then. THFS. You know it."


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Other Common Abbreviations:
LO - Little One
SO - Significant Other
MIL - Mother In-Law
ANR - Adult Nursing Relationship (just kidding)

On Aroma, Part II

"Is he pooping?... Or is that just the breadmaker?"

On date night

Husband calls on way home with kids in car.

Husband: Hey! So we are on the way home now, be there in a few!

Wife: Excellent! There's an already made bottle of breastmilk in the bottle warmer, and I've locked myself in the office with a bottle of wine and two glasses- see you soon sexy lover!

Husband: uhhh. *clears throat* your on speaker phone...

Everyone in car: Hiiiii Mommmmyyyyy!!!!

Wife: ...

Everything you never wanted to know about lice


Let me just start of by saying: what a crappy last couple weeks. You know how you set about to accomplish a certain goal, and then out of nowhere it seems like every weird, awkward, out of the blue situation comes up, totally preventing any productivity?

Welcome to my last two weeks.


I decided I was going to start back at the gym. Now that P is comfortable enough to spend an hour or two with Grandma and Grandpa a couple times a week, G and I thought it would be a great way to both spend time together and be productive health-wise.

All set up and ready to begin the first week and BAM. It hit. You know, that cold that has sort of been floating around the house in a non-threatning-not-sure-if-its-actually-a-cold-or-just-sinuses type of situation. Of course by the time it has gone through the whole family and finally gets to mommy and you realize it is a cold, it has mutated into some intense, overly-resistant version of what feels like a cross between being hit by a mac truck and drowning in a sea of mucus. That's the one I'm talking about. Not like you could take anything for it anyways if you were breastfeeding, other than ginger tea and some vitamin C *yeehaw*. Only thing to do is ride it out for the 14 or so days it takes to leave your system.

14 days that become extended because an overly active sleep-is-for-wimps 15 month old has decided he no longer needs sleep to fuel his body-and neither should you. Because what is more fun than watching the dog eat his kibble at 3am through peels of laughter because the crunchy sound doggy makes when he bites is hilarious?


Of course through the sickness and sleep deprivation there are an abundance of assignments due all on the same week -two per day of class. Assignments that won't write themselves because they don't take sick days.

Then. Just when you think you accept that your goal is going to have to wait and you've gotten the hang of surviving off of 15 minute naps during class and possibly a little to much half-caf, you arrive at your train stop and greeted by your lovely family - and LICE.

Yes - LICE. Apparently they wanted to join the party.

Now, lice is not the most appealing topic for a blog post, so if your squeamish, or feel like after reading about lice that your head is suddenly itchier than before reading about lice- stop here.

Anyone else that wants to know more - keep calm and carry on.


Lice is apparently really common in schools. Anyone that has kids has seen the letters home every now and then declaring there has been some spotted on another kids hair. Then breath a sigh of relief when your children pass the lice check.

What do you do if your kid gets it though? Its highly likely that it will happen when children are in elementary school. Although its not something we prepare ourselves for. What does it look like? How can you spot it? How do you get it? Who can get it? If your children contract it and the lice have started building lice colonies, making lice babies and building lice freeways through their hair, how do you take the fuckers them out?


This brought me to the point of todays post which is: everything you never wanted to know about lice (until your kids get it).


1) Lice is spread through close contact with people who have it. Which stinks if someone in your lice-free child's class has it unknowingly and comes to school. Lice are all about spreading the love. In fact, I have a sneaking suspicion their goal is to take over the world-one head at a time. If your in the situation where your child contracts lice, everyone in your household has to be checked. This does not mean everyone in your house will have it if one person has it.

2) You can get lice by sharing towels, bedding, clothing and brushes of someone who has it. We've been told many a time growing up "don't share hats or brushes," it was like one of the cardinal rules of childhood. The fact of the matter is though - kids naturally want to share things with their friends, they also have sleepovers sometimes- or in some cases- they forget their hat at school and decide to borrow their younger sisters hat and she has lice.

3) Symptoms of lice are , red bumps on back of the head and an intensely itchy scalp. The itching is not to be confused with dandruff though. People who have dandruff also have itchy scalps. The difference can be seen between the two upon examining the hair. General rule of thumb: if you blow on it and it flies off the hair, or if it flakes off the hair by moving strands - it's dandruff. If its small and white and looks like dandruff and you try to move it off and it sticks - it could be nits (lice eggs).

4) Lice do not jump. This is a myth. So while as you were reading this and your head started feeling itchier, rest assured that they do not jump from head to head. They much prefer to take public transit because they cannot survive long off humans.

5) Having lice sucks so badly because it can be hard to see and identify if you don't know what your looking for, making eradicating the bastards a nightmare.
Sometimes you need to use a magnifying glass. As I was unfortunate enough to find out - once you've seen one and you know what it looks like, you will never psychologically be able to go back to a pre-lice seeing state. Which makes identifying them easier. That being said, if you have never seen one, or don't know what you are looking for, I have provided the least extreme, non-magnified image of lice I could find to save you the horror of googling lice yourself- nothing good can come of viewing those images...


The best way to describe them is that they look sort of like sesame seeds. They are usually all along the strands of hair, and if they are live and you move the hair - you can see them moving.

6) Once treated, the dead eggs (nits) will still be stuck to the hair. Lice can be treated with an over the counter lice killing shampoo. You can get it by simply going to your nearest pharmacy and asking your pharmacist. They are more than able to help you as they get an abundance of parents in hysterics over lice on a fairly frequent basis. Once administering the treatment (which must be done twice because lice can live for 30 days on a human and their eggs for up to two weeks), the eggs will still be visible on the hair. This is because a special fine toothed comb must be used to take them off the hair because lice use crazy glue to make sure their eggs are properly attached to your child's hair. The best type of comb for this is the metal ones.

7) Applying olive oil to the hair helps remove the dead eggs. I just recently found this out after my 50th comb through two heads of long hair. I would've love to know this prior - so I'm paying it forward.

8) If someone contracts lice it doesn't mean they are un-hygenic. This is also a myth. Lice can strike anytime, anywhere. They mostly thrive in elementary school environments however, because schools are places that offer a lot of housing opportunities with potential to expand. Long story short- lice are assholes that take advantage of our children's innate kind nature of wanting to share their stuff with their friends.

Unfortunately once contracted it takes two treatments and a lot of picking through hair and brushing with a fine tooth comb to get them out. All the bedding and stuffed animals, hats or other things that the person who contracted it has come into contact, with should be burned.

I kid.

They only have to be washed in hot water and put in the dryer on high.

On the plus side, all those hours spent picking through hair has brought about ideas for lucrative projects. G's current suggestion of buying a few chimps and renting them out by the day with a nit-free-in-24-hours-or-your-money-back guarantee might be useful.....

Any takers?




Sunday Brunch: James Adomian Knocks You Up

James Adomian is a NYC-based comedian who performs standup and characters at festivals, gay bars, party schools and radical political events across North America. He likes wrestling, wrestling other men, and pretending to be Jesse Ventura. He recently appeared on NBC's Last Comic Standing as a top 10 finalist...



 And has had a long and illustrious career impersonating a certain Texan president:




He's also a frequent guest on Comedy Bang Bang, has appeared on Sklarbro Country and makes funny voices (including those of dead, curmudgeonly atheists like Christopher Hitchens) for the Onion Radio. So what does a gay, wrestling-loving comic without kids have to say to the mamas of the world? Lots, apparently. After all, women are more fertile when they're amused. And Adomian is one damn funny guy.

For this week's Sunday Brunch, Adomian answers some of our readers' most frequently asked questions. Want to hear more about handling your SO's lactation fetish? You can catch Adomian at his Valentine's Day show at Milk in SF, starting at 8pm (tickets are $12, and that's a little cheaper than in vitro). Guaranteed to make your ovaries ache.


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Dear James,
I wanted my son to be just like you but he's depressingly unfunny at eleven years old. Plus, he's totally got a hard-on for Disney princesses. What can I do?
Yours truly,
Hipster Mama Wants to be a Fag Hag

Dear HMWTBAFH, 
You might worry if your son was cheerfully unfunny, but if he's depressingly unfunny, he's got a good shot at making it in comedy later on. Give him a mic and see if he instinctively has a meltdown -- you could have a pro! And if he's really into the princesses, stay open to the glorious alternate path of drag shows a few years from now.


Dear James, I have a problem. Since I got pregnant, my husband doesn't want to have sex. He says it used to be like making love to a cored zucchini and now it's like carving a pumpkin -- and plus he's scared of hurting the baby. But between you and I, his 'knife' is only three inches long. What should I do? 
Yours truly, Desperately Seeking Orgasms

Dear DSO, you're in a tough spot, but one with a great opportunity. Turns out you're in the perfect position for a little backdoor action. Smaller makes it easy on the other side, plus the baby will think it's a dance party.


Dear James, my husband has a lactation fetish. Now that I've had the baby he's pressuring me to breastfeed (him!). He says he's been waiting for it all his life (though when I pointed out that I'm pretty sure he was breastfed he said that wasn't any of my business) and if I don't do it he'll be forced to seek out an Adult Nursing Relationship. I'm just not into this. What do I do?
Sincerely, Milk is for Babies, in Baltimore

Dear MIFB, I'd go bottled breastmilk. That way, he gets off but and you don't have to referee daddy vs. baby at dinnertime -- win/win. Plus you can always wean your man over to a sexy powdered formula!


Dear James, 
Circumcision: what's your opinion?
At a Fore(s)k(in) in the Road

Dear FITR, this is the question of the ages. Why pick a side now? Take your time and let him make the call when he's older. Trust that when it's up to him, he'll make the right decision.


Dear James,
My mom's an OB-GYN. My mother-in-law is an obstetrics nurse. They both want to deliver the baby. HELP.
Yours truly, 
Deliver Me in Montreal


Dear DMIM, I would, but it sounds like you have enough hands on deck for this one.

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Now wasn't that informative? Adomian performs live this Valentine's Day. He also has a tumblr called High Noon in the Garden of Good & Evil. You can ask him anything (anything!) here.

2/12/2012: World Alternative Crawling Day!

Today is a special day, folks. Today is the day we end the discrimination and celebrate our babies for who they are, not for how traditionally they locomote! Today is also the day we show videos of our babies moving across the kitchen floor in really cute ways.

February 12th 2012 is WAC: World Alternative Crawling day!

Are you tired of having your baby sidelined by the normative developmental ideals of our culture? Is your little one marginalized at playgroups and grandma's house, seen as an object of fascination and not the adorable genius she is just because she doesn't...


crawl 1  (krôl)

1. To move slowly on the hands and knees or by dragging the body along the ground; creep.
2. To advance slowly, feebly, laboriously, or with frequent stops.
3. To proceed or act servilely.
4. To be or feel as if swarming or covered with moving things.


I dunno about you, but I don't like the sounds of that. Doesn't apply to my kid. Servile? I think not. Feeble? Not in a million years.  Creepy?  Well. Only sometimes.


(I kid, I kid). But yes, there are many good ways to get around. None of them will harm your baby since babies don't do things that don't feel right to their bodies (that's an adult thing). All of them are really frickin' cute. We have...

The Octopus:



The Dolphin:



The Roadrunner:



The Aguilera Alligator:



The Squirrel ("Little Nutcase"):



The Puppy:



The French Bulldog Puppy:



The Lion:



And last but so far from least,
The Kangaroo!



Happy WAC day, everyone! Tell your friends. Send us your videos. And please, please celebrate responsibly (e.g. not like this: Baby Crawling Derby).

Pregnant and Sexy: Ten Tips



Congratulations! 
You're going to have a baby! 


And you'll never have sex again!




You'll hear this from your guy friends and you'll hear it from your female relatives. You'll hear it from talkshow hosts and maybe even from your healthcare provider. Everybody knows pregnant women are fragile flowers carrying scary alien life-forms within them. They're hormonal and huge and they definitely shouldn't be messed with. Right? 


Wrong!


Pregnant women aren't devoid of sexual feeling. Sometimes they feel like crap, sometimes they  feel like sad, weepy crap; and sometimes they just feel like watching a movie. Often, they need support overcoming our society's history of rigorous desexualization of their bodies. This post is for the the papas-to-be,* a set of suggestions guaranteed to help your pregnant partner feel sexy and sensual at least three times over the next nine months.
*Hetero-normative? Yes. But from what I can tell, this is mostly a hetero-problem.


Pregnant women are powerful, sexual creatures. They are creating life. They are in touch with their own physicality, mortality, and they (usually) had to have sex to get thereSex during pregnancy can be a really exciting, special thing. Because not only is this a profoundly spiritual, erotic time, increased blood-flow to the nether regions means that it will never again be so easy to give your partner multiple orgasms. And that's nothing to sneeze at (even if you sneeze seven times).


So why do we tell ourselves that sex will ends the minute she pees on a stick? 
Because it's convenient: it's easier to believe that pregnancy puts an end to sex than to reconfigure our idea that pregnant women and mothers are asexual, passive vessels. It's just another manifestation of the classic madonna/whore dichotomy: women are either saintly mother figures with bodies for nurturing – or depraved sluts whose bodies deserve to be violently exploited. My guess is that you didn't see your partner as a worthless sex-object before you knocked her up. So why pigeonhole her as a boring old madonna now that your DNA is proliferating inside her at a rate of 208,000 nucleotides per second?

Mitosis in embryo cells. Yes, this is how it all began.
Copyright © 2001-2002 Centro Riproduzione Assistita (CRA), Catania, Italy.



People used to believe that pregnant sex was bad for the woman, or for the baby, or both. Magazine articles aimed at women who wanted to keep their husbands' attention during this nine month "Pregnancy Pause" recommended that they brush up on their fellatio, cooking skills, and other such bullshit.


But with its strange mix of feminism and consumerism, our society is starting to realize the sensual nature of pregnancy: maternity clothes have moved from mumus with pockets to form-fitting designer dresses; and pregnancy porn (along with everything-else-porn) is available online to those who seek it. Somebody's figured out that pregnant women's bodies can be celebrated (and fetishized and exploited) just like other women's bodies. It's a big change, and it's happening pretty fast. 


Um, I love this dress. It's from Isabelle Oliver and it's kind of expeez.
I wanted to put an American Apparel picture here, since I wore one of their form-fitting dresses through most of my pregnancy, but I looked at their site and it's all...
 
mumus with pockets.


It was only two decades ago that a massive controversy swirled around Demi Moore's nude and pregnant Vanity Fair cover – a beautiful photograph by Annie Liebovitz that wouldn't turn many heads today (probably because everybody from Leslie Nielson to Annie Liebovitz herself has copied the image, but I digress).




Despite the money-making possibilities/the fact that gestation is a normal part of life (6 million American women are pregnant per year – that's like L.A. and Chicago populated entirely by pregnant women!), our cultural ideal of female beauty remains fixated on the body of a 14 year-old boy: stick-thin, flat in all areas, and horny as fuck. We see this image every day. Yeah, it might not be what you personally find the most attractive, but it's near impossible for a modern woman to be immune to the kind of social pressure that enforces this ideal, especially when her body has started to deviate from it so strongly. Undergoing change is fraught for the Western female body, as any newly pubescent girl knows. Chances are, there's going to be some time during the pregnancy that your partner feels like a bloated, sexless cow.

So what can you do to make her feel like the gorgeous, sexy goddess she is?


1. Examine your own ideas of beauty. Do you have trouble finding the image of a pregnant woman sexy? Given the societal norms of beauty, this reaction is pretty normal. It doesn't mean you're an asshole and you don't need to feel ashamed about it. But it does mean you might miss out on the most amazing sex of your life. Which you are in charge of. Your life, your body, your mind. You don't need to surrender to somebody else's idea of what is sexy. 
  •  Examine the roots of your belief that you need to be with a non-pregnant woman to be aroused. Where do you think it comes from? What does a very thin woman represent in your mind – is she a healthy person who happens to have a certain kind of body, or does your fantasy girl represent status, power, money, weakness, femininity, submission, strength, or something else? Have your sexual preferences always been restricted to one body type, or did something happen to guide your interests this way? If so, when did this conversion happen? Were you in a particularly vulnerable place (i.e. an adolescent boy afraid of rejection)? Do you hold this 'ideal' in your own mind because you imagine that your partner is comparing you to the 'ideal' men of her own imagination? 
  • Think back to a time when you had great sex with your partner. I would be surprised if the hotness was a direct result of the way she looked. More likely it was about the chemistry between you two, the connection you felt when she looked in your eyes, your physiological reaction to the sounds she made... All things that haven't really changed and are entirely possible now.
  • If you can, talk about it with another man you trust. Though they won't often talk about it, many men find pregnancy inherently lusty. Some describe a certain sense of freedom because, "she's already pregnant, so you don't have to worry about getting her pregnant!" Seems a little silly, but hey, whatever floats your boat.
Pregnant Beyoncé. Floating your boat yet?

2. The minute you find out she's pregnant, buy her flowers. Even if she doesn't want to be pregnant. She has been nourishing your offspring with her entire body for X number of days and this is a gift of immense proportions. Let her know that you appreciate it. You'll be surprised how long she remembers this small act of kindness – you might even hear her telling her friends about it. 


3. Get naked. Encourage her to spend as much time with her clothes off as possible. Especially if she's feeling crappy and needs to be home in bed as much as possible, this can be a great way for the two of you to get more comfortable with her changing body. 

  • Find out what (if anything) stops her from enjoying being naked. Is it cold in your apartment? Do you need better curtains? Is she uncomfortable with the big hallway mirror? Does she need you to join her? These are easy problems to fix. 
  • Realize that, especially in the first trimester when she's likely to be feeling the most nauseated, sex is low on her priority list. But you can still make her feel sexy, which is good for everybody (and might lead to more sex later on – which is also good for everybody).


4. Massage. And massage. And massage. Listen to her preferences. Erica Lyon describes a great technique in The Big Book of Birth. She calls it the hip squeeze and it involves pushing the two sides of your partner's hips in together while she is on all fours, thereby relieving tension in the lower back. It feels so damn good she'll be begging you for it every night. 
  • Have her put her feet up at the end of each day. 
  • Experiment with hot and cool packs on her shoulders and back. 
  • Use scented lotions. Look for a sample pack instead of purchasing a big tub of one kind – pregnant women's olfactory senses are way out of whack and she might start to retch at something she used to love.


5. Plan a vacation. This is not the time for adventure. This is the time for relaxation, for having all her meals made for her, for beautiful scenery. 
  • Ask her if it's all right for you to take care of all the logistics. Take care of all the logistics. 
  • If you can't afford to/don't have the time to go somewhere, ask your friends if they're planning on going out of town sometime in the next nine months. Tell them that you want to plan a romantic surprise for your partner and that you'd like to house sit. They can't say no. Tell everyone else you're going on vacation (it's not a lie!) and turn off your phones, computers, whatevers. This is time to focus on her.


6. Buy her a bikini. Even if she'd never wear it outside of the hotel room, this is a good way to suggest to her that you find her body sexy in all its ways. And pregnant women look great in bikinis. Look for a string one that ties on the sides so that both top and bottom are size-adjustable.




7. Don't act disgusted about what her body is going through. Ever. Yes, she's throwing up, she smells funny, she can't do the acrobatic sexy things she used to do, maybe she bleeds after you've been inside her (it's normal! don't worry so much!). 
  • If you feel grossed out about the thought of her giving birth, tell it like it is: confess to being scared out of your wits. A terrified man is an infinitely more appealing partner than a grossed out teenaged boy.
  • Her breasts may leak milk when you stimulate them. She's a glorious, juicy, alive, life-giving woman pregnant with your seed. Deal with it. You keep a box of kleenexes by the side of the bed for a reason, right?


8. Take photos of her. Naked if she'll let you, but just on a daily basis is good, too. 
  • Some couples like to take a picture every day or every week so they have a visual record of the pregnancy's development. 
  • Take them from the angle that exaggerates her belly as much as possible. Chances are she'll be happier with an image that makes her look pregnant than with one that makes her look like she's just put on a few pounds.
  • Don't share these photos without asking her. There's nothing sexy about having your boundaries violated (unless you want to have your boundaries violated, but that's a different story).

9. Tell her she is beautiful every day. By that I don't mean, literally saying "You're beautiful" every day. Mix it up a bit. You know, be creative. 
  • "That dress looks great on you!"
  • "Oh hey man, yeah nice to hear from ya. Yup, Sally's doing great, and she looks amaaazing. Just wait 'til your girlfriend gets pregnant. It's hot."
  • "Yes we're ready to order. Let's ask the beautiful pregnant woman first. Honey, what are you going to have?" 
  • And the classic: "You're so beautiful, I'm so glad you're the mother of my child!"
10. Find out what makes her feel sexy, and how you can help with it. Does she like having her hair done? Maybe you can call the salon and book an appointment. Does she feel particularly embodied after meditation or yoga class? Maybe you can drive her there or go with her. Does she love wearing a certain pair of shoes that are starting to pinch? Encourage her to wear them out, but bring a more comfortable option for her to change into.


My point is, pregnancy is a chance to get intimate with your partner in a whole new way. There's something undeniably lusty about a woman being pregnant with your baby. She's fertile. She's curvy, she's alive. She's devoted her body to nourishing the product of yours. And the best part: she's turning you into a baby-daddy.



My Placenta vs. Jay-Z (TRIGGER WARNING: Violent Images)

Two big things happened recently.

First, Beyoncé Knowles and Jay-Z had their first child, renting out the entire fourth floor of NYC's Lennox Hill hospital so that B could have her natural birth in peace. Their child, a baby girl named Blue Ivy Carter (B.I.C.), has already released Glory, her first single.

I wish them all the best. But more about that later.

Second, facebook temporarily deactivated one of my favourite posters. January Harshe, who writes the birth blog Birth Without Fear, posted a picture. It offended someone. And although there was no nudity or violence in it, BWF was told this was her final warning—and they would shut down her facebook page (which has over 16,000 likes!) if she wasn't more careful. The offending pic?

From 'The Rad Placenta' on Birth Without Fear:
http://birthwithoutfearblog.com/2012/02/02/the-rad-placenta/

These are the facebook terms of 'safety' regarding offensive content:
  1. You will not bully, intimidate, or harass any user.
  2. You will not post content that: is hateful, threatening, or pornographic; incites violence; or contains nudity or graphic or gratuitous violence.
  3. You will not develop or operate a third-party application containing alcohol-related or other mature content (including advertisements) without appropriate age-based restrictions.

I don't see anything about life-giving organs in there. Do you? Perhaps this placenta is hateful; certainly, some find it threatening. More threatening than...

This.



Or this.




Or this, an actual image of serious violence.



Those three images are just a sampling of the ugliness that gets published on Facebook. Lots of women were upset about the BWF placenta censorship (placensorship?), since, as they said, "all kinds of gross pictures of naked women are allowed!" Indecent pictures of naked women don't bother me as much as the dead hooker joke groups. Or the 'beating women is cool' groups. Or the 'rape is funny groups', a petition against which garnered several thousand signatures last September, but made little traction since, as the FB moderators said, it's not hate speech, it's opinion.

Rape isn't exactly something you can have an opinion about. It's not like heavy metal, plastic bags or anchovies. It's not controversial. 

Facebook has its roots deeply planted in the misogyny of our culture. Let's not forget how it started: a site for guys to check out and comment on the 'hotness' of their female classmates, comparing their ID photos (illegally acquired by hacking into Harvard's student record system) with farm animals, and each other. It accepts ad revenue from sleazy companies, prompting one user, David Roberts, to create a group, 'Stop Offensive Ads on Facebook'. He says,

These ads are disgusting, promote casual and irresponsible sexual relations, and give a very wrong image about women.These ads appear frequently, and due to their sexual nature could cause possible sexual harassment issues to someone who accesses Facebook at work or in a public place. If you are female and haven't seen these ads, it's probably because they are exclusively targeted at male users. 


 And of course, ol' FB never wanted to allow pictures of breastfeeding—and is still occasionally taking them down, as they did with this BC mother just last month.

But Facebook is a private company and Facebook can do whatever Facebook feels like. The problem is that it has come to feel like public space, our version of the Greek agora. So what's a placenta-lovin' mama to do? Mrs. BWF has decided to move her entire community to a private forum attached to her blog. Understandably, she doesn't want to run the risk of having her account deleted for bad behaviour.

But what about the rest of us? I signed a petition to stop placensorship on facebook, but I doubt that'll do anything. I also made this censored picture of my placenta my profile pic:


I also made this:



Which was based on the following, in which I used stills from YouTube birth videos that were deemed 'age restricted based on community guidelines' (a nice way of saying: people under eighteen would surely be warped forever by seeing this). Because it turns out Facebook doesn't have a monopoly on getting squeamish about birth but not about violence against women.




The pictures on top are from a beautiful video called ISEA, showing the birth of a healthy baby with very little medical intervention; the images on the bottom are from a truly disturbing music video, Monster, featuring Kanye West, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, and... new papa Jay-Z. The video caused controversy when it came out. After some public pressure, MTV refused to play it. YouTube, however, has several copies available for viewing. To anyone. No age restrictions. No community guidelines.



An unfortunate byproduct of the policy of marking birth videos as 'age restricted' is that all of YouTube's them have been lumped in with some truly offensive content. Age restrictions are there for a reason (usually), so the 'suggested videos' on the sidebar—since you, pregnant mom, are the kind of person who, nudge nudge, wink wink, is looking for racy content!—are violent and pornographic.




This further stigmatizes birth videos, making it uncomfortable to watch them (and believe me: if you're pregnant, you need to!). The whole experience just feels seedy. Only five out of fifteen of these recommended videos (below, a screenshot of what you see after watching 'Bastian's Birth - Part 7') are actually of births. The algorithm knows nothing about the distinction between childbirth and rape. How are you even supposed to find the birth in all this mess?




The message is this: that birth and breastfeeding are icky; that women are ridiculous for wanting to talk and learn about these basic facts of life, which would be better left taboo since, as one commentator put it, "Last I heard, it was facebook, not breastbook." That violence against women is sexy, funny, or both. That women should be looked at, manipulated, threatened and attacked, but not active, live, loving, nurturing, fucking amazing powerful beings.

In a recent statement, Jay-Z and Beyoncé said that their daughter's birth was, "emotional and extremely peaceful... the best experience of both of our lives." Maybe this experience will give Jay-Z some pause to think, and stop rapping beside women lying dead on the sofa.



Then again, maybe it won't.

B-A-B-Y-S-I-T-T-I-N-G : The Problematics of Sittercity.com

8pm on a Friday night, November, 1999: In the age before text-messaging, my girl Remi pages me. I can't talk so I send her a text back. It looks like this:

888451771176 

B-A-B-Y-S-I-T-T-I-N-G.

I was the neighbourhood's most sought-after only babysitter. I loved kids. I wanted to be a child psychologist, after all. And I loved working, even if it came on the heels of a day at my "real" job, selling clothing to pregnant women in a boutique on 4th Avenue. I always charged less than 8 (eight!) dollars an hour and I often brought toys from home. I took the younguns to the park, to science world and out for pizza and bubble-tea on my own dollar. I sang and danced for them. I read stories, located lost transitional objects, gave baths, helped with homework and confiscated the hair dryer when I caught little Billy-Joe mildly pleasuring himself with its hot air stream (sorry, Billy-Joe!).



 I even tried out my burgeoning psychotherapeutic techniques, asking Johnny, "What would you say to your mommy if you could talk to her right now?" Which, to my surprise, actually worked: he thought about it, took a deep breath and said, "I'd tell her I fell in the loo..."

Ten years later I have a little one of my own, and I need to find childcare. I'm (hopefully) going back to school this spring and although it's a low-residency programme, I'll have a little less time to spend lounging around the house like it ain't no thang. 


But it's harder than I thought. All the people who said they'd LOVE to babysit when I was pregnant either live in Canada or have lives of their own (or, what's worse, both). Some new acquaintances here in SF have offered, but people seem surprised at how tough it is to look after Sweet Baby James, which might be my fault (who wants to carry a 30 lb. baby on their hip all day? ME) and it might not... He's got a good temperament, but he's active. Like, learning-how-to-walk-and-carry-a-broom-handle-for-fun-at-10-months active. He kicked the sh#t out of me when I was pregnant, causing "les contractions fausses" (Braxton-Hicks) every 10 minutes. 
(here's a video of someone else's Braxton-Hicks contractions)



He's a honey badger. And I love him.

So we decided that we want to pay for childcare. Because unlike when we take friends up on their offers to babysit, when we pay someone for childcare, they have to do it, and they have to come back if they want more money. Friends, you are still welcome to babysit. But you might have to let us pay you.

My efforts to find someone fun, reliable, and who needs the money ($15/hour is the going rate here, though childcare is a tough gig and I would pay more if I could afford it) haven't been all that successful. Craigslist, my go-to for so many things, has pretty much proved to be a dud in the city of its origin. I haven't made friends through it, I haven't been able to find a cheap changing table to use for an art project, and I received only one response to my search for a caregiver. 

She seemed nice. But she never called me back. 

Enter, Sittercity. A friend of a friend posted their link on her fb feed and I thought I'd check it out. The company's based in Chicago and has been around for 10 years. They operate within the US (though also, apparently, within Peru for US military families), where they claim to have over two million caregivers signed up. Potential babysitters, nannies, other kinds of caregivers (dog carers and elder carers, as well as tutors) sign up for "free", paying $11 for their own background check. Then they can see a bunch of listings put up by parents and apply to the jobs they like with the click of a button.

Parents get a one-week free membership. It doesn't allow you to do much: you can post an ad, but you can't respond to any of your applicants (unless you're sneaky like me and you try to source them on fb, which has a certain creepo factor). I paid $35 for one month and I've been happy with the two potential sitters I've met so far. One of them has a Master's in Marriage and Family Therapy; the other just moved to the city to go U of SF. Over ten other qualified sitters have applied. I am happy with the service. 

But something about it rubs me the wrong way...
  • "Safety Matters" is their slogan. The whole safety aspect of Sittercity implies that babysitters don't take kids' safety as seriously as parents. But the truth is, any psychopath can get pregnant – and many do, and more kids are seriously abused at the hands of their parents than by young college-age women looking to make some rent money. The focus on safety in this context is really just alarmist bullshit: the implication is that you, as a parent, are neglectful if you haven't done identity and background checks done on their babysitter. Screw personal references, your sitter is supposed to be cross-referenced to "the most current national databases and registries." Nobody does this stuff for the neighbourhood babysitter who lives down the street. So, you know, you'd better sign up with Sittercity. It's safer.

  • Nanny Cam. In a follow-up to my first point, Sittercity's Three Step Monitoring Process, which they recommend for all parents, includes the recommendation to install a hidden camera. Yes, that's right, since, "The most diligent parents we've seen use a nanny cam to confirm their suspicions or alleviate their fears." And you want to be diligent, right? Ugh. If you're not comfortable with the person you've hired – and most people make this decision within a few seconds of meeting somebody – why leave your kids with them? Because you want to feel like you're in charge of them, that you can see their every move since, hey, you're paying them more than minimum wage? It's classist, exploitive, and filming people without their knowledge should be illegal. I mentioned this when I met up with K, one of our new sitters, and she was shocked. She'd never been told that there was this recommendation out there. I promised I would never film her. What if this had happened to me, as a teenager who connected with her babysitting charges because she loved a chance to just be a kid again? It would only be a matter of time before the parents caught one of my silly (and highly entertaining) song and dance routines on tape, uploaded it to YouTube, and...
  • Representation of Sitters: a follow-up to my second point. The classist, parent-superiority complex drives me crazy. In truth, I identify more with the women applying for my ad than I do with Sittercity's stock photos of thin white mamas baking cookies in their palatial houses. The lists of things you should look out for in a sitter are not only alarmist; they are lacking in compassion and perspective. For example, 
"Signs of Abuse: If a babysitter has bruises, is excessively thin, or seems to have a lot of "accidents," consider using someone else. When a babysitter is abused she often feels powerless and confused, and might bring this attitude into an emergency situation. Not to mention that she should also be spending time in therapy, not at a babysitting job."
          The next item to watch out for on that list? "A Patronizing Attitude".
  • Power Differential: a follow-up to my third point. The sitters have a place to show an avatar picture. And to be honest, I appreciate it – though it made me acutely and uncomfortably aware of my prejudices, and I struggle with this as I try to narrow down my list to four or five potential candidates, like the site tells you to. But there isn't a place to put parents' pictures. In my correspondence with the applicants I have been including a link to our baby blog, since I think this will give them a sense of who we are and what they could expect. But why isn't there a spot for this on the site? In this scenario, the sitter (who, btw, is always female, even referred to as such in the company literature) is the vulnerable one. She is the one who is entering a stranger's home; she is the one who doesn't have the benefit of a cross-references and background-checked employer; she is the one who can be hired and fired at will. There is also a place for parents to evaluate and rate their sitters. Where's the one for sitters to evaluate employer families?  
...So she'd have an idea of what to expect.
  • Corporate Pandering: Corporations are encouraged to provide Sittercity as a service for their employees. Big ones include Dannon, NewBalance and Fox Entertainment. I'm all for childcare in the workplace, but that isn't what this is about. This is about getting corporations to get new mamas off their backs and into their cubicles as quickly as possible. See that last item on the list? Yup. Wouldn't it suck for a company to have to pay for maternity leave?

 

  • Department of Defense: Despite cutbacks in other aspects of their social programming, the US Department of Defense opted to renew their contract (first opened in 2009) with Sittercity in August 2011. All soldiers, sailors, 'airmen' and marines (and their families) have free access to Sittercity (as potential employers, of course). The 'DoD' employs just under 1.5 million people. It cost me $35 for this one month of Sittercity membership. So, yeah, that was kind of a big contract they landed. With that kind of cash coming in, couldn't they pay for K's background check, at least?
But if you're desperate like me, you might want to check it out. Here's a link to the free trial (http://buzzwat.ch/sve9z) – sign up and I receive a $30 Amazon gift certificate. Let me know that it was you and I'll send you a bell hooks book. Because here at the Mama to Mama blog, safety is our number one priority.