We know you, dear MamaPop readers, have lives. Places to go, things to do, jobs to keep and what-not. Which is why we now offer you a look back on the week that was on MamaPop by way of our most popular posts of the past seven days. Please to enjoy.
Seriously cute baby. Gloriously radiant new mom. Ouch, my ovaries are punching me right now for allowing the surgeon to snip away my fallopian tubes minutes after I delivered my third and final child via breech-cord-wrapped-around-head c-section.
Beyoncé also breastfed that lovely adorable kidlet. In a recent interview with People magazine, Beyoncé said:
“I lost most of my weight from breastfeeding and I encourage women to do it; It’s just so good for the baby and good for yourself,” Knowles, who breastfed Blue for 10 weeks, says.
Then, “about a month after” giving birth, the new mom tackled the remaining pounds with a strict diet and exercise routine….
“I’m proud that my waist came back so fast. I’m proud of that and happy, but that was mostly from the breastfeeding,” the singer explains.
Got that? Breastfeed your baby for 10 weeks. That’s mostly what it will take to get back to your pre-pregnancy weight. Durr?
Forget the Globes and the Oscars and whatever. The annual Met Gala is BY FAR my favorite celebrity dress-watching event. Everybody busts out the couture and the big, dramatic ball gowns and I LOVE IT. Especially because—at an event with an already high risk-taking chance of OH HONEY NO—there’s always a handful of people who purposely go balls-to-the-wall weird, to ensure that they stand out among all the pretty.
And there was a LOT of pretty last night. Scrolling through the full slideshow at People gave me a serious case of dress envy. (And waistline envy, but that’s a whole ‘nother thing.) So many gorgeous sparkly bodices! Big poofy feathered trains! Necklines that plunged down to THERE and metallics and jewel tones and then OH MY GOD WHAT IS MARY-KATE WEARING.
Growing up, choosing your favorite superhero was a large part of deciding what you wanted to represent as a little person. Sure, some kids were way more into superheroes and comics than others, but it’s a safe bet that ever since comics entered the Silver Age, every kid of every generation has had their absolute favorite hero. Superheroes are our modern mythology. They are the legends and symbols that our collective subconscious has manufactured from the 20th century to today. To dismiss them as pop culture nonsense is to miss the point of what superheroes represent entirely. So when someone tells you who their favorite superhero is, they’re telling you not only who they are, but what they aspire to be.
The MamaPop distro is a safe space where MamaPop authors come to discuss the important topics of the day, like, you know, geopolitics, or post-colonial feminism, or what time of day it’s acceptable to start drinking. Today, we’re talking about this—coming to a newsstand near you….
Josette: I’m so glad I’m not working at the bookstore this weekend.
Amalah: Area Mommyblogger Who Regularly Exploits Her Children For Nickels Feels “Way Sorry” For That Poor Kid, Because OH MY GOD.
Jive Turkey: Have fun in middle school, little dude.
Amber: Also, good luck with no woman ever being good enough for you.
**WARNING! This post contains some rather explicit details, so in order not to offend our readership’s delicate sensibilities, I will be replacing all salacious nouns and verbs with the names of baby animals and G-rated activities, respectively. It’s better this way, trust me.**
So, as you might have heard, evidence has recently surfaced that John Travolta is capable of making even worse decisions than starring in Wild Hogs.