I grew up with two brothers in a house where I got points for being as sports-obsessed and tough as the boys.
And because of that, I was secretly relieved when I found out my first child would be a boy.
They have been painted so many times, I would be affraid to strip the paint, they might fall appart. On Mother's Day this year one of the glass cabinet doors feel off the hindge while I was changing a garbage bag and hit me in the top of the head. I think that the walls are covered in layers of wall paper. The kitchen is so old and ugly, not to mention small.
The inside of the cabinets are a nasty dark brown too. It is hard to tell because I have to hang everything from the walls from the lack off counter space and cabinet space. Since my husband has the only income, finances have been tight with me going back to college.
And I salute “Baby Talk”’s genius connection of that terror with the infantilization of women in sex and romance. ” was a disgusting and nonsensical way of macking on a lady.