This article is from last year but I only just discovered it. I’m very happy to see that the enlightened ideas about shared custody being the best decision for children of divorced parents have reached this country:

There is an emergent consensus within the divorce research community that in the great majority of contested cases of child custody, where family violence is not a factor, children’s needs and interests are best served by preserving meaningful relationships with both of their parents. Children need and want both parents in their lives, beyond the constraints of “visitation” relationships and “primary caregiver” arrangements. Shared parenting is a viable and desirable alternative in this regard, and “in the best interests of the child from the perspective of the child.”

This is a  feminist issue that deserves support and effort. Sadly, the inane “Society expects me to wear lipstick and I don’t wanna” or “Somebody said “hi” to me, I’m so oppressed” discussions on feminist blogs rage for weeks. In the meanwhile, nobody ever mentions this hugely important area where feminist activism is needed.

I maintain that there will be no true victory for feminism until shared custody is the solution adopted in at least 90% of all cases of divorce. There is precedent of this kind of policy being implemented in Spain, and social collapse has not happened, in case you are wondering. I also know people who are raising their daughter in a shared custody arrangement that they chose of their own free will, and this is a very happy, well-adjusted child who obviously thrives as a result of being brought up by Mommy and Daddy who just happen to live in different houses.

I first lost respect for Obama when just days after getting sworn into office back in 2009, he started to promote the horrible loser Larry Summers as a person capable of repairing the economy.

Today, I discovered that Obama’s weird dependence on this disgusting creepazoid remains in place:

For the first time, he offered up the names of three possible successors to the current Fed chairman, Ben S. Bernanke: Mr. Summers, a former senior economic adviser to the president; Janet L. Yellen, the Fed’s vice chairwoman; and Donald L. Kohn, a former Fed vice chairman. Mr. Obama said he would probably make the decision this fall.

Speaking to members of the House Democratic caucus on Capitol Hill, Mr. Obama said in answer to a sharp question from Representative Ed Perlmutter of Colorado that he believed Mr. Summers had been maligned in the liberal news media, according to several House Democrats who attended the meeting.

Representative Gerald E. Connolly, Democrat of Virginia, said the president described Mr. Summers as a rock of stability who deserved credit for helping to steer the American economy back from the financial crisis of 2008 and the ensuing recession. Mr. Obama, Mr. Connolly said, singled out the negative coverage of Mr. Summers in The Huffington Post.

Summers has been maligned by all decent people and kicked out of Harvard because he is a vicious, unintelligent jerk whose arrant stupidity made him the laughing stock of academic communities everywhere. Now Obama is pretending that he doesn’t know it. I wonder if he even realizes how many of his sincere supporters have been disgusted and repelled by his continued support of Summers.

I don’t want to venture any guesses as to why Obama, who knows exactly what kind of a loser Summers is, keeps promoting him. Any explanation I can come up with will be extremely unflattering to Obama. All I can say is that this is beyond disappointing.

So you know how I have to go to the hospital for testing twice a week, right? I get to lie in bed with monitors attached to my belly to measure fetal heart rate and my contractions and with a blood pressure reader on my arm. A machine I’m attached to prints out the fetal cardiogram.

Suddenly, the machine started making the kind of scary beeping noises and flashes that on TV shows are usually followed by “Code blue! Code blue! The patient is flat-lining!” The printout from the machine stopped creating a cardiogram and, instead, spelled out in big letters:

The End

Final

Ende

Finale

It took me a few minutes to realize that the machine was not announcing the end of me but, rather, the end of the paper roll it used to create the cardiogram.

“Wow, you had this strange spike in blood pressure as you were lying here,” the nurse commented later. “I wonder what could have caused it.”