If you're arriving here from my piece in The Huffington Post, welcome. And if you read HuffPo regularly, I'm curious: How do you do that, exactly? I've tried navigating all the information the site hurls at you all at once, and it always makes me feel like Gulliver fending off a fusillade of Lilliputian arrows.
Have you heard about Movember? If not, you might wonder why so many men in your life are looking so slovenly. Basically, we've all decided to look like this now, so that we don't have to look like this later. And every little bit helps. If you can manage the time, please click over and find out more about prostate cancer, which took down one of my cinematic heroes last spring. That way, you won't have to wonder why all the men at your Thanksgiving table look like '70s detectives.
This is Day 8, and as you can see, my look has progressed from Guy Who Rummages Through Your Garbage to Guy Who Rummages Through Your Hamper. The next phase will be the Guy Who Rummages Through Your Itemized Deductions.
It's been really easy to feel self-conscious about looking like this, because I went on two interviews this week and spent a lot of time thinking, "don't look at it don't look at it crap she's looking at it." I had to either pretend to ignore it or grope for a chance to wedge it into the conversation. And I sort of failed at both.
If neither of these jobs materializes, I will try to take comfort in my attempt to ultimately look like this, which will make for one helluva masculine mommyblogger.
