Strollerderby : Pierre Kim

Daddy Love: Babble Style

Rachael Brownell (Redsy) — Sun, 17 Jun 2007 15:13:00 GMT

Fathers Day is a great opportunity to celebrate the talented daddy bloggers around the blogosphere. And what round-up would be complete without sharing the love Babble-style, with the many talented daddies writing here daily for our laughing (and sometimes weeping) pleasure?

First, there's Mike Adamick, Cry it Out. Always with the dry humor and self-deprecating jokes. Then Pierre, MetroDad, with his clever Open Letter to Toddlers, and Whit, Honea Express, in our fabulous FameCrawler group.

The personal blogging gods are Steve Almond, Baby Daddy, and Arthur Bradford, the Diaper Bandit.

Oh and Daniel Craig? He'll be on staff as soon as he reproduces...

Strollerderby Finishline: Boobs, mmmm That's Good Eatin'

Mike Adamick (Cry It Out!) — Sat, 12 May 2007 13:24:00 GMT

Puritans unite! Maggie Gyllenhaal has boobs. And you're not going to believe this -- are you ready? She uses them to feed. her. children. Next she'll want to push a kid out of her lady business, or perform some other wholly unnatural act. Crazy Hollywood liberals ...

In case you missed it, that's what's been happening in the SD this week. Boobs. Sarah's post about a paparazzi snapshot of the starlet's lunchtime activities uncorked a debate that's, well, absurd. Of course she should cover up! With her kid's hungry mouth. Wherever they friggin please. (Yes, I'm biased, but so what?)

Or, as Alisyn said in covering the ensuing debate -- suck it, haters!

Of course, things eventually returned to normal, and the SD continued to do what it does best: Rock. (Due in no small part to the latest Hitting the Bottle: Jessica's Big Boy Panties.)

Stefania uncovered one-of-a-kind Mother's Day gifts that will look nice forever -- even if your kid winds up at Rocco's School O' Beauty or begging for change on the street. (That said, I can eat $3,000 worth of chocolate.)

Karen not only coined a new word -- singletudinousness -- she also offered an insightful, personal take on why single parents can do it better. One of this week's must-reads.

Pierre is back this week! And he brings a new and justified fascination with Samuel Jackson. Forget Alec Baldwin, I'd love to hear the messages SJ leaves for his daughter.

Kelly is probably the only person ever who has made me laugh out loud using "child labor" as a punchline. And then she got past the "romance" of attachment parenting and said hippies smell.

Patti missed a great opportunity to snark on the 17-strong Duggar family -- opting for wisdom, foresight and grace instead. And the picture's gonna make you snort Coke out of your nose. (No, Kelly, soda!)

Rachael discovered that a guy wearing a pregnancy suit tastes like chicken. But I think she got it right the first time: Cree-py.

As for me, I'm still crying in my beer over this. I'm not sure I can take Tuesdays without the "Gilmore Girls."

Strollerderby Finishline: Parents Are Insane

Mike Adamick (Cry It Out!) — Sat, 21 Apr 2007 16:10:00 GMT

Larry Birkhead pimps his daughter. Barbie has her own car. A real car. And Alec Baldwin ... well, do you really need a reminder? That's the kind of week it's been. It's enough to make you need a Time Out. (And let me just add for the Jesus Juice Junkies: Yum. Try it. Now.)

Our week begins with Hello Kitty. The famous, puffy doll who has cornered the market on backpacks, book binders and pencil erasers also has her own biography, airplane and favorite ice cream. Who knew? Thanks Pierre!

Sarah tackles yet another doll. Only this one makes Barbie look like a prim, proper prude who's always at the ready with lady fingers and tea, instead of, oh I don't know, making out with Ken and Donny Osmond. Donny Osmond? Oh just go check it out.

And then we move onto playdates. CrankMama advises a stay-at-home dad not to worry: Playdates suck it. Unless there's alcohol. And rules. Much, much better rules.

And speaking of playdates, Jessica wonders whether your tot has mad skills for simultaneously dropping a Lego tower and dropping a load. Mini-multitaskers rock the house.

Aside from giving me a reason to wake up in the morning, Melissa (in her first Finishline mention - yeehaw!) tackles childhood obesity and discovers that Bill Clinton is the president who keeps on giving. (To which I say, giving? Really? I thought he was more of a receiver. Never mind ....)

Karen nails the whole Mothers Day conspiracy on the head. (By conspiracy I mean, why do moms go first anyway? Huh?) I'm definitely going to use these tactics for Fathers Day anyway: Ensure you get something nice by planning your own gifts and then making your kids make it. I love you Karen.

We've already hinted about Larry Birkhead. Stefania tackles the sleaze of the week. Year? God, I hope not.

Oh but wait, I forgot about the other sleaze -- and this one has more sleaze. Thanks to Alisyn for tracking Alec Baldwin's crazy. (Does anyone else feel bad for still liking him on "30 Rock"?)

And then there's the Barbie Car. If you don't hear from Patti next week, it means she finally found a dealer for her "cupcake on wheels." A pink Barbie Bug dealer. Good luck south o' the border, Patti! We're pulling for you!

And finally, like almost all of my posts, I enjoyed this one more for the picture I found than the actual writing.

Finish Line: Your Strollerderby Recap for the Week of February 18, 2007

JasonAvant — Sat, 24 Feb 2007 19:04:00 GMT

Welcome to this, the first installment of our weekly roundup of Strollerderby's best. Realizing that "best" is relative (example: I believe that Zooropa is U2's best album), here are some highlights from this past week.

Sarah and Rachael both sparked some coversations with a couple of posts. Sarah, after reading a piece by Two Okapi's Daddy, posed the question, "what's the most surprising part of parenthood"? (The correct answer, by the way, is "42".) Rachael, after visiting the sorta NSFW site MILPHWorld, mused over the whole MILF concept. I've yet to form an opinion, and will need to spend a few more hours on the site in order to formulate my hypothesis. Research, you know.

Of course, this week was all about Britney and Anna Nicole. Karen discusses K-Fed's merits as a father; Stefania muses on newly-bald Brit and her short stint in rehab; Alisyn takes us back to the K-Fed front, then checks up on Britney, who's back in rehab; and then we learn from Mike that Anna Nicole reached out to Britney, which would've been like getting these two back together, and tossing 'em a big bag full of ketamine.

In other news, Jay put the spotlight on a piece in The Stranger about the difficulties faced by parents who lead alternative lifestyles, I put the spotlight on a piece about the difficulties faced by a high school student who wrote a column advocating tolerance of alternative lifestyles, and Stefania and Karen put the spotlight on Brangelinajopittlie putting the spotlight on themselves, and Madonna putting the spotlight on herself. Also, Alisyn says, for those of you that were wondering, yes, Donald Trump is still an ass.

On the health care front: Karen passed along some interesting info - prenatal vitamins may help prevent cancer in babies. Jay looked at the potential effects that pregnancy hormones may have on MS, and Mike pointed out that WMD's and my old Battle of The Planets lunchbox have something in common - our government bullshat the public about both. Patti pointed us to an article about a Fresno County nutritionist who uses a ground-breaking new approach to teaching kids about healthy food. Pierre says TV? Not so good; Patti says Wii? Not so bad.

Finally, Sarah used the word "scrotum" in a piece about a Newberry Award-winning book that's been banned from many schools because it contains the word "scrotum". We here at Strollerderby apologize to all of you who were struck blind upon reading the word "scrotum".