Alisa Kennedy Jones paints a chilling (and hilarious) picture today: "We open on a crowded pharmacy. Think... gray, flickering fluorescent shampoo aisles, a line of twenty-odd restless customers all staring down at their phones, the 80s band Air Supply crooning mournfully overhead 'I'm all out of love. I'm so lost without you…' right as the pimply checkout guy announces over the PA system, 'ALISA JONES, your VAGINAL ATROPHY cream is ready for pickup!'"
It's a very funny story — but she's got a broader point that's really important (and will make you furious). Give it a read, and maybe consider the benefits of mail-order pharmacy.
I want my kid to have a healthy relationship with food and her body. But I don't want to break the budget on ice cream cones in this era of inflation, either. Elizabeth Narins is in a similar position: "I don't want to be the mom who says yes to sweets every time — and it's not just because I live in Brooklyn, where ice cream trucks charge $6 for a teeny tiny kiddie cup of soft-serve without sprinkles. ($6!) I don't want my kid to expect to receive everything he asks for, whether it's dessert every time we hit the playground or toy every time we hit that god-forsaken grocery store aisle with the toys." So she reached out to Burnt Toast podcaster Virginia Sole-Smith, author Fat Talk: Parenting in the Age of Diet Culture, about how to thread the needle.
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