Not So Sure About Mother’s Day and Father’s Day

So, yesterday started me thinking that this whole Mother’s Day/Father’s Day thing is a little uncomfortable. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all in favor of recognizing everything our parents/parental figures have done for us. I even understand having separate days so that each parent can get attention. I just feel a little funny about the binary nature of Mother’s Day and Father’s Day.

MN Birthday Trip in Haiku, Two Poems Per Day

Thursday

Bailey’s from Southwest.

Chocolate pie for dessert.

Yay for my birthday!

How Can You Call Yourself a Parent?

I don’t know what it is, but some parents are freaking unbelievable. In a bad, bad way. Actually, perhaps it’s just that some homophobes and transphobes are parents. And they’re just unreasonable. And, as far as I’m concerned, they don’t deserve to be parents. Now, I know that’s a harsh thing to say: I know I probably have no right to judge whether anyone should be a parent (other than, perhaps, myself).

But who kicks their kid out of the house over a haircut?