The Good, the Bad, and the Curious (Links for the Week)

Here's what I've been reading that's made me happy (The Good), mad/sad (The Bad), and thoughtful (The Curious).

The Good

Pretty All True always manages to make me laugh out loud. This exchange between sisters is great.

I learned that some fonts (like Arial, Trebuchet, and Verdana) are easier for people with dyslexia to read than others.

It's totally possible to have it all and have it all at once! Just follow the simple steps outlined in this article like "be rich," don't take anytime off after having children, and allocate 30 minutes of family time a day and be strict with the schedule. 

This Argentinian resort town was under water for 25 years. These photos show what it looks like now that the water has receded. 

The Bad

There's a lot of poop in pools. 

Sexual assault in the military is very clearly a huge problem. What do we do?

The Curious

This article on xoJane about the importance for women to make substantial, in-person, female friends is great:

For all my lofty ideals, I was still trapped in a decidedly female body, and none of my male friends were ever going to truly understand my fears about pregnancy, my breast cancer scare, my experiences with sexual assault, my struggle to navigate what the word “wife” meant to me -- all that baggage and more.

It's a project that will likely not happen (at least not while these people are alive to participate), but I find it fascinating that nearly 80,000 people have volunteered to go live on Mars and never return.

Annie from PhD in Parenting takes on Similac's new "empowerment" message and asks if we really need corporations to empower us (which is a particularly timely question as Dove's campaign continues to gain popularity).

All of this:

From the first stages of my pregnancy I was alarmed by feelings of dependency on my partner that I had never experienced before. As my pregnancy progressed, my sense of physical vulnerability increased and my capacity to maintain my equality through independence was repeatedly challenged. Finally, when my daughter was born, her utter vulnerability shook me to the core and I realised that I could no longer operate in the world as a wholly autonomous unit. I was encumbered by this incredibly dependent little person who needed me for her very survival. My understanding of myself and of what I needed from the world shifted completely, as did my understanding of the feminist project. I could no longer relate to the ambivalence of liberal feminism to the needs, indeed rights, of dependent women (and children).

 Photo: J. Gabas Esteban