Mom Fail: Airline Edition
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It’s January. We’re 9 months in. He reaches for the tissue box and looks back at me, already aware that I’m…
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Alton Sterling, Philando Castile, and the Language of Massacre
On December 28, 1890, the U.S. 7th Cavalry Regiment intercepted a group of Lakota Native Americans en route to South Dakota’s Pine Ridge Agency and escorted them to Wounded Knee…
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The Time I caught Bernie Sanders’s Jacket
When I decided to make the trip up to New Hampshire to canvass for Bernie Sanders, it was mainly because I thought it would be cool to run around for a while pretending to be…
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The Plague of Stuff: We Buy, Who Pays?
Towards the end of every semester, I ask my anthropology students to conduct an inventory of their closets. It is both a nod to In Small Things Forgotten (the bible of…
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There’s No Such Thing as Race
As an adjunct professor of cultural anthropology, I’ve grown accustomed to my white students blaming their black classmates for their own failure to qualify for financial aid.…
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Do I Look Like a Baby Killer?
This morning I went to Planned Parenthood. I go every three months to pick up my birth control pills and again in August just before my birthday for my annual pelvic exam. My…
Rite of Passage: Stroller Shopping
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I can still remember the day my husband and I went to Buy Buy Baby to look at strollers. We walk…
Grandma, where were you the night Hillary Clinton got the nomination?
DNC Day #4: The Hat I Wore to My Grandfather’s Funeral
A Racist Looks at The Nutcracker as a Form of Historical Dance
Rosaries and Ovaries: Standing for Planned Parenthood in Philadelphia
The Lactation Room, Part 3
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It’s the moment of truth: the end of the semester, my students have their concert, and I’m heading to the official…
The Lactation Room, Part 2
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So I’ve made it for about 7 months without actually using the Lactation Room on campus, in part because I never…
The “Lactation Room,” Part 1
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A few weeks into our “breastfeeding journey,” some 9 or 10 months ago now, I find out there’s a form I…
A Very Merry Chippendales Birthday
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So it’s mid-February, I’m home sick, and I’m watching trashy reality shows on Netflix while planning my kid’s first birthday (because…
Breastfeeding and Rocket Ships
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In the early days of breastfeeding, establishing a “good latch” is kind of like refueling a spaceship in midair: it’s a…
Mum’s the Word
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He slept for 5 hours! And then another 4! We’re just a month in when it happens for the first time…
Bundle of Boy
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It’s 6:00am. And you don’t even mind that it’s 6:00am because 6:00am is better than 5:00am, and what’s more, your little…
Baby Carriers and the So-called Caravan
What’s killing me the most is the photos: not just bodies crammed onto bridges or flatbeds trucks, or sprawled along the roadside with nothing more than…
#MeToo and Matrescence at the Gas Pump
A few weeks ago, while I was pumping gas and thinking through about a million and one different things on my way into work, the man…
I think we might be “Glamping”
“Free wi-fi” doesn’t really mean free wi-fi in the great American southwest. It means if you stand on one foot, cross your eyes, stick out your…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 