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MamaPopRocks! II: A Sparklecorn Extravaganza THE REVENGE

[Taps microphone] Hello? Is this thing on? Ahem.

We the people of the Sovereign State Of MamaPop, again cordially invite all you fabulous betches and bestards to come get down with us at what will beyond a shadow of doubt be the most awesometastic and glitterlicious party of the year in all of Blogland (I know things you don't -- you're just going to have to trust me on this).

MamaPopRocks!: A Sparklecorn Extravaganza

[NOTE: This post contains information about the event, but RSVPing is closed on this post. Provided spots are still available, you can now RSVP for the party HERE.]

Friends of MamaPop, I bring you tidings of great joy. Great sparkly, glitter-drenched joy.

Guilty? Perhaps. But Never Convicted.*

Friends of MamaPop, I come to you with a request. MamaPop has been nominated for an award. And with your help we can CRUSH ALL CHALLENGERS!1!!!

(Except Schmutzie, who is one of us, and we love her. But otherwise KILL KILL KILL!!!!) (I mean, not literally kill. Just, you know, metaphorically. Helter Skelter noooo!) (I'm really just digging this hole deeper, aren't I? Shutting up now.)

<--Hey look at this button! (please to be clicking)

So if you love MamaPop, and I know you do, please drop in and throw a vote our way. You can vote once PER DAY in each category, so keep on voting between now and the end of July! Much obliged.

*credit where due to the brilliant/funny/cute Whit.

 
Good morning, children! I come to you with two bits of site-related housekeeping that must be taken care of for the greater good of all MamaPopdom. So sit back, relax, and let the site bidness flow around you, enveloping you in the warm, freshly-peed-in-pool feeling of serenity that only interweb administration BS can bring:

1. Our MamaPop Spring 2009 opinion poll is now FINIS. You the people have spoken, and what's clear is that, on average, you want A WHOLE LOT MORE Celebrity News & Gossip, a bit more TV News & Recaps and Books & Print related coverage, and that you secondarily have a fair amount of interest in Movies and Current Affairs. But CELEBRITY NEWS & GOSSIP!!!! We hear you. And we will begin steering the good ship MamaPop to be more aligned with the wants and needs of you, the MamaPop reading public. BECAUSE WE LOVE.

2. You may have noticed (and been annoyed by!) MamaPop's recent RSS feed conversion from full to partial content. Sigh. There's a reason for this. Last week it was brought to our attention that at least one site -- a fairly prominent one at that -- was running MamaPop's full feed as content on their site without our permission. It's called "scraping," and as obviously wrong as it may seem, it's unfortunately very difficult to prosecute when the scraper gives credit to the site of origin (in this case, the offending site had a small button version of our logo and a link to our homepage at the bottom of each post, just before the comments, though individual author bylines were omitted. Regardless, we'd never seen any hits from the site, and the comments sections on our posts there were very active -- clearly readers weren't recognizing or didn't care that these posts came from somewhere else, and were responding to them as though they were original content generated by that site. And UGH.).

Needless to say, this left all of us at MamaPop a bit peeved. All the MamaPop writers work really hard to bring fresh, smart, funny, interesting content to our site, and they deserve attribution and recognition for that hard work. The only way to ensure that scrapers can't continue doing this -- stealing our original content and posting it as their own -- is to go partial feed. And I know it sucks. And believe me, I agonized about doing it. But for now it's the only solution, and we have no other viable option at this point to protect ourselves. Sorry, dudes.

So that's all the haps. As always, if you have any questions about MamaPop, or suggestions for us, feel free to shoot us an email anytime at contact@mamapop.com

Thank you come again!

So, look. We've gone and submitted a conference session proposal to the folks at BlogHer to talk about pop culture writing (and reading) on the web, and whether we're all just gossipy harpies who should be ashamed of ourselves...or if we're all changing the very face of pop culture one Botox-laden post at a time. Or. Something. Catherine wrote it, and made it all smart. I'm just here to pimp it.

GO HERE to check out our pitch and please to click on the little link under the post title that says "I would be interested in attending this session." (You'll need a BlogHer.com login to do so, but you don't actually have to be registered for the conference or anything -- this is all a vague, squooshy process that just requires us to prove that people are interested in our idea. AND OF COURSE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN OUR IDEA. Our ideas are magic. Like unicorns. Magic, sparkly unicorns. With butterfly tramp stamps.)

Catherine, Tracey and I would be leading the discussion, but gobs of other MamaPop writers will be there and present and participating. GOBS! I guess maybe I should learn their names.

Meanwhile, furious behind-the-scenes discussion about our team uniform for the session will continue. Some of the options we're currently kicking around, after the jump:

MamaPop hasn't just been nominated for two Blogger's Choice Awards, noooooo. Now we've been nominated for a "Love This Site" award! You can vote for us by clicking here:

We'd be ever so grateful for the support. Thanks, betches.

A wee site bidness aside for you all: Yes, we are aware that the past few months worth of comments are gone. POOF! Actually, they're not gone, they're (we hope) being prepared to be imported back into TypePad (God willing), following a sordid debacle involving the external comments system we were, until this afternoon, using on MamaPop (and rather than getting into all the pointless details, let me assure you that the upshot of what happened can be neatly distilled as follows: COMMENTS GO BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM! AIEEEE!).

Ahem.

All of this to say: Please to comment, and we will be getting the old archived comments back up as soon as possible.

Thank you come again.

Love,
MamaPop

It has been brought to our attention that we've been nominated for some awards-type thingies.

If you're into that sort of thing, click the badges above and put in a good word for us, won't you?

Oh, hai! We're doing some behind-the-scenes technical wrangling this morning here on MamaPop, so if you see any wonkyness -- particularly in comments (like, oh, them not existing for a few minutes or, you know, whatever) -- rest assured we are on the case!

Thanks for your patience!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

Think of the children, won't you?

(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

RSS Feeds And Site Polls And Bears, Oh My!

 
Good morning, children! I come to you with two bits of site-related housekeeping that must be taken care of for the greater good of all MamaPopdom. So sit back, relax, and let the site bidness flow around you, enveloping you in the warm, freshly-peed-in-pool feeling of serenity that only interweb administration BS can bring:

1. Our MamaPop Spring 2009 opinion poll is now FINIS. You the people have spoken, and what's clear is that, on average, you want A WHOLE LOT MORE Celebrity News & Gossip, a bit more TV News & Recaps and Books & Print related coverage, and that you secondarily have a fair amount of interest in Movies and Current Affairs. But CELEBRITY NEWS & GOSSIP!!!! We hear you. And we will begin steering the good ship MamaPop to be more aligned with the wants and needs of you, the MamaPop reading public. BECAUSE WE LOVE.

2. You may have noticed (and been annoyed by!) MamaPop's recent RSS feed conversion from full to partial content. Sigh. There's a reason for this. Last week it was brought to our attention that at least one site -- a fairly prominent one at that -- was running MamaPop's full feed as content on their site without our permission. It's called "scraping," and as obviously wrong as it may seem, it's unfortunately very difficult to prosecute when the scraper gives credit to the site of origin (in this case, the offending site had a small button version of our logo and a link to our homepage at the bottom of each post, just before the comments, though individual author bylines were omitted. Regardless, we'd never seen any hits from the site, and the comments sections on our posts there were very active -- clearly readers weren't recognizing or didn't care that these posts came from somewhere else, and were responding to them as though they were original content generated by that site. And UGH.).

Needless to say, this left all of us at MamaPop a bit peeved. All the MamaPop writers work really hard to bring fresh, smart, funny, interesting content to our site, and they deserve attribution and recognition for that hard work. The only way to ensure that scrapers can't continue doing this -- stealing our original content and posting it as their own -- is to go partial feed. And I know it sucks. And believe me, I agonized about doing it. But for now it's the only solution, and we have no other viable option at this point to protect ourselves. Sorry, dudes.

So that's all the haps. As always, if you have any questions about MamaPop, or suggestions for us, feel free to shoot us an email anytime at contact@mamapop.com

Thank you come again!

So, look. We've gone and submitted a conference session proposal to the folks at BlogHer to talk about pop culture writing (and reading) on the web, and whether we're all just gossipy harpies who should be ashamed of ourselves...or if we're all changing the very face of pop culture one Botox-laden post at a time. Or. Something. Catherine wrote it, and made it all smart. I'm just here to pimp it.

GO HERE to check out our pitch and please to click on the little link under the post title that says "I would be interested in attending this session." (You'll need a BlogHer.com login to do so, but you don't actually have to be registered for the conference or anything -- this is all a vague, squooshy process that just requires us to prove that people are interested in our idea. AND OF COURSE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN OUR IDEA. Our ideas are magic. Like unicorns. Magic, sparkly unicorns. With butterfly tramp stamps.)

Catherine, Tracey and I would be leading the discussion, but gobs of other MamaPop writers will be there and present and participating. GOBS! I guess maybe I should learn their names.

Meanwhile, furious behind-the-scenes discussion about our team uniform for the session will continue. Some of the options we're currently kicking around, after the jump:

MamaPop hasn't just been nominated for two Blogger's Choice Awards, noooooo. Now we've been nominated for a "Love This Site" award! You can vote for us by clicking here:

We'd be ever so grateful for the support. Thanks, betches.

A wee site bidness aside for you all: Yes, we are aware that the past few months worth of comments are gone. POOF! Actually, they're not gone, they're (we hope) being prepared to be imported back into TypePad (God willing), following a sordid debacle involving the external comments system we were, until this afternoon, using on MamaPop (and rather than getting into all the pointless details, let me assure you that the upshot of what happened can be neatly distilled as follows: COMMENTS GO BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM! AIEEEE!).

Ahem.

All of this to say: Please to comment, and we will be getting the old archived comments back up as soon as possible.

Thank you come again.

Love,
MamaPop

It has been brought to our attention that we've been nominated for some awards-type thingies.

If you're into that sort of thing, click the badges above and put in a good word for us, won't you?

Oh, hai! We're doing some behind-the-scenes technical wrangling this morning here on MamaPop, so if you see any wonkyness -- particularly in comments (like, oh, them not existing for a few minutes or, you know, whatever) -- rest assured we are on the case!

Thanks for your patience!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

Think of the children, won't you?

(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

Help Team MamaPop Speak at BlogHer '09!

So, look. We've gone and submitted a conference session proposal to the folks at BlogHer to talk about pop culture writing (and reading) on the web, and whether we're all just gossipy harpies who should be ashamed of ourselves...or if we're all changing the very face of pop culture one Botox-laden post at a time. Or. Something. Catherine wrote it, and made it all smart. I'm just here to pimp it.

GO HERE to check out our pitch and please to click on the little link under the post title that says "I would be interested in attending this session." (You'll need a BlogHer.com login to do so, but you don't actually have to be registered for the conference or anything -- this is all a vague, squooshy process that just requires us to prove that people are interested in our idea. AND OF COURSE YOU ARE INTERESTED IN OUR IDEA. Our ideas are magic. Like unicorns. Magic, sparkly unicorns. With butterfly tramp stamps.)

Catherine, Tracey and I would be leading the discussion, but gobs of other MamaPop writers will be there and present and participating. GOBS! I guess maybe I should learn their names.

Meanwhile, furious behind-the-scenes discussion about our team uniform for the session will continue. Some of the options we're currently kicking around, after the jump:

Vote MamaPop!

MamaPop hasn't just been nominated for two Blogger's Choice Awards, noooooo. Now we've been nominated for a "Love This Site" award! You can vote for us by clicking here:

We'd be ever so grateful for the support. Thanks, betches.

A wee site bidness aside for you all: Yes, we are aware that the past few months worth of comments are gone. POOF! Actually, they're not gone, they're (we hope) being prepared to be imported back into TypePad (God willing), following a sordid debacle involving the external comments system we were, until this afternoon, using on MamaPop (and rather than getting into all the pointless details, let me assure you that the upshot of what happened can be neatly distilled as follows: COMMENTS GO BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM! AIEEEE!).

Ahem.

All of this to say: Please to comment, and we will be getting the old archived comments back up as soon as possible.

Thank you come again.

Love,
MamaPop

It has been brought to our attention that we've been nominated for some awards-type thingies.

If you're into that sort of thing, click the badges above and put in a good word for us, won't you?

Oh, hai! We're doing some behind-the-scenes technical wrangling this morning here on MamaPop, so if you see any wonkyness -- particularly in comments (like, oh, them not existing for a few minutes or, you know, whatever) -- rest assured we are on the case!

Thanks for your patience!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

Think of the children, won't you?

(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

Pay No Attention To The Man Behind The Curtain!

A wee site bidness aside for you all: Yes, we are aware that the past few months worth of comments are gone. POOF! Actually, they're not gone, they're (we hope) being prepared to be imported back into TypePad (God willing), following a sordid debacle involving the external comments system we were, until this afternoon, using on MamaPop (and rather than getting into all the pointless details, let me assure you that the upshot of what happened can be neatly distilled as follows: COMMENTS GO BOOM! BOOM BOOM BOOM! AIEEEE!).

Ahem.

All of this to say: Please to comment, and we will be getting the old archived comments back up as soon as possible.

Thank you come again.

Love,
MamaPop

It has been brought to our attention that we've been nominated for some awards-type thingies.

If you're into that sort of thing, click the badges above and put in a good word for us, won't you?

Oh, hai! We're doing some behind-the-scenes technical wrangling this morning here on MamaPop, so if you see any wonkyness -- particularly in comments (like, oh, them not existing for a few minutes or, you know, whatever) -- rest assured we are on the case!

Thanks for your patience!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

Think of the children, won't you?

(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

So I Guess This Means We're Not *Total* F*%k-Ups, Huh?

It has been brought to our attention that we've been nominated for some awards-type thingies.

If you're into that sort of thing, click the badges above and put in a good word for us, won't you?

Oh, hai! We're doing some behind-the-scenes technical wrangling this morning here on MamaPop, so if you see any wonkyness -- particularly in comments (like, oh, them not existing for a few minutes or, you know, whatever) -- rest assured we are on the case!

Thanks for your patience!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

Think of the children, won't you?

(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

We May Or May Not Be Experiencing Technical Difficulties

Oh, hai! We're doing some behind-the-scenes technical wrangling this morning here on MamaPop, so if you see any wonkyness -- particularly in comments (like, oh, them not existing for a few minutes or, you know, whatever) -- rest assured we are on the case!

Thanks for your patience!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

Think of the children, won't you?

(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

HALP, MamaPop Writers Hungry!

Become an Awesome Sponsor Of MamaPop, and help keep us in the lifestyle to which we have become accustomed (read: retaining daily access to shelter, food, and innernets)!

Support MamaPop with the flat rate ad of your choice this summer, and get 5% off your order with the coupon codes mamapop-summer08 (for a Square Button) and mamapop-08summer (for a Text Ad) at checkout! Because we love!

It's easy! It's fun! It's helping to feed our writers and keep MamaPop alive! YAY!

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(Note: Please email contact at mamapop.com if you have questions, homeboys and girls! kthxbai!)

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

MamaPop Nominated For Logo Design Award, Soon To Rule World

We promise to be nice supreme overlords, though. We'll have a bingo night and everything! BYO Ink Dotter!

Okay, so how fabulous is this: MamaPop has been nominated for Best Entertainment Blog Logo in the Logo Design Love Awards! I KNOW! Little ol' us! Baby's all grownz up!

Now would be the appropriate time to shower our logo designer, Bill Colgrove of Threespot, with love and praise, as he so clearly deserves buckets of the stuff. Dude, you rule and we so heart you. MWAH!

Now please to scurry off to the Awards comment page to cast your vote for MamaPop (comment there to vote)! Remember: a vote for MamaPop means cookies for everyone! Yipee!

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

Yes, it can be survey timez nao

This important survey comes from our new advertising partner FM, who will soon be providing MamaPop with delicious sponsors and funding, allowing us to keep on doing what we do the way we do it. Therefore, I beseech you: please to enjoy this oven-fresh survey. Your time and energy will be repaid with a bounty of continuing MamaPop goodness each and every day. That's a fair bargain, right?

Thanks in advance for your support, mah betches.

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

Feel The MamaPop Love

Because you love MamaPop, and because MamaPop loves you right the f*%k back, we're gonna make you an offer you can't refuse. Ready? OKAY!

Become an official MamaPop Awesome Betch by proudly displaying the MamaPop Widget, available here, on your website or blog. Send us an email with your URL, letting us know you've installed the widget, and we'll put a link to your site in our Awesome Betches Blogroll, visible in the sidebar on every freakin' page of this site! WOOT!

C'mon, you know you wanna.

Also! Please to be made aware of MamaPop's need for your love and affection elsewhere:

• Count yourself as a fan of MamaPop on Facebook!


• Follow MamaPop on Twitter!


• MamaPop has teh MySpace!

And, finally, be sure to check out the fine MamaPop gear available for your purchasing pleasure:

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

Introducing: the MamaPop Dream Team's Latest Recruits

We're beyond thrilled to welcome two new mamas to the site: JenB and Marrit Ingman. I know, right? Holy crap.

If you've been living under some kind of large, heavy rock: Jen writes the very famous and rocking Jenandtonic. Marrit writes the blog Baldo and is a top-notch pop culture journalist and has even published, like, a real book and shit.

They'll both be doing once-a-week pop-culturiffic columns (look for Jen's TODAY at noon), and we are filled with bliss and glee to have them on board. On this thing. That we do. Over here. And stuff.

(It's official: Team MamaPop makes me want to learn how to read.)

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

Happy Birthday, MamaPop!

Dudes. MamaPop is a whole damn year old. Can you believe it?

Back then, it was just me and Tracey, thinking we knew what in the hell we were doing, updating all by ourselves. Once a day, usually. I think we posted via carrier pigeons. Or by shouting into empty paper towel rolls.

And now, it's me and Tracey and Lena and Kelly and Amy and Robyn and Izzy and Angela and Zoot and Joy and Eden and Bossy and Amanda, thinking we know what in the hell we are doing. But now we're doing it every hour, with the forum action going on 24/7.

Want some more perspective? Britney Spears was still married to KFed. Lindsay Lohan had never been arrested once, let alone twice. Lost was still talking about polar bears and Brangelina only had four kids. Anna Nicole was still alive, and the subsequent frenzy over the Dannielynn custody battle caused our traffic to spike and our server to crash and the site to go big, big boom.

MamaPop has changed a lot over the past year -- our writers, our content and our voice, as we've tried to figure out what we all want the site to be. And what YOU want the site to be. Luckily, I think we're all finally in agreement: we want the site to be fun, where everybody -- readers included -- has a place to talk about what they're passionate about, be it a TV show or lolcats or the celebuwreck du jour.

Thanks to everybody -- readers, commenters, lurkers, writers and forumsters -- for putting up with a year of nonsense. It's been a freaking lot of fun.   

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

The New Faces Of Team MamaPop

Exciting news, y'all: this week we have THREE new Team MamaPop members coming on board, and we couldn't be more excited. Please give an extra-warm MamaPop betches welcome to our newest victims comrades, Angela, Bossy, and Mrs. Kennedy!

Angela is a professional assistant of lawyers, an aspiring seller of candy, and in her spare time, a rouser of rabble.  She is almost entirely fearless, save a wee bit of stark terror when looking into the cold, dead eyes and mangy, sociopathic facial hair of Spencer Pratt.  Oh, and centipedes.  At any given moment, Angela can be found arguing with herself about whether to take down The Man or drink his tasty, tasty reality-show Kool-Aid.  She lives in Baltimore with her family, which includes a hot husband, a sassy daughter, and a cat with some serious boundary issues.

Bossy has been wrestling with her frizzy hair for over three decades. During that time she also managed to get married, graduate college, stalk John Cusack, raise two children, and birth one humor blog, although not necessarily in that order. Her passion for writing extends back to a time when she could barely prop a pencil in between her chubby fingers. Which was around one year ago. When not sitting at her computer she enjoys long walks with her Great Dane and she forgets what else because she’s always sitting at her computer. Bossy currently resides in Manhattan. In her dreams. In real life she lives in an airless family room in the suburbs. Send help.

Mrs. Kennedy has been blogging over at Fussy for six years, and during that time has covered everything from giving birth in her bathroom to the daily growth of her own hair. A mother, wife, and devotee of yoga, she can also be found over at Yogabeans, "Your internet source for plastic action figures demonstrating Ashtanga yoga." Additionally, she's been featured in The San Francisco Chronicle, The New York Times, and The Santa Barbara Independent, and has blogged (about Nova and Nature) for PBS. Her "Writing well is the best revenge" t-shirts are the stuff of internet legend, and shame on you if you don't own one.

Y'all be nice to the new girls, ya hear? Don't make me come over there and rough you up er nuthin'.

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)

MamaPop Betches Star Search 2007: DONE!

Yes, the search is over mah betches, and I'm pleased as spiked punch to introduce to y'all the new grrls on the block, who'll be filling your tummies each and every day with delicious gossip and celeb news -- starting today! Please give a warm betches welcome to our newest bestest friends and drinkin' buddies: Robyn and JenD!

. . . . . . . . . .

JenD is a thirty-ish mom of two younguns.  A native Midwesterner, she's now carving out a life in the Deep South.  Since leaving the house with two small children causes severe eye twitching and tics, she spends entirely too much time at home in front of the television.  Luckily, MTV allows her to live vicariously through the stars of it reality series. She is currently mourning the loss of her three favorite non-MTV shows Gilmore Girls, Veronica Mars, and The Sopranos and is interviewing prospects to fill the void. Her prized possessions include her laptop, digital camera, and most importantly her DVR, whose inventor, she feels, deserves a national holiday.

When she's not scouring the internet for the latest celebrity gossip, Robyn lives in Omaha and hunts down amazing craft finds for her website. With three cats and a monkey to love and dote on, she also manages to find time for charity knitting and crocheting. And when pressured, she'll admit two things: books are her heroin and she could live on Mama's Pizza (an Omaha staple) alone for the rest of her life. Her boyfriend (aka: the monkey), is thankful the mothership finally called her home so he no longer has to hear all about the latest and greatest exploits of Lindsay Lohan, and she's going to keep letting him think that!

. . . . . . . . . .

Ya'll be nice to the new girls now, ya hear?

(PS: Many, many thanks to everyone who emailed and threw their hat into the ring during the application process, and we're so very sorry we couldn't get back to you each individually, but the interest was sort of overwhelming, and my wittle fingers can only type so much.)