Sometimes feel like you’re the one breeding in bloody captivity? Need a little escapism?

If you live somewhere where the lawns are wide and the minds are narrow, where the madness of Super-Mommy-ism is epidemic, where the Sorbet at your local strip mall is offering a special on a bikini wax dictated by YouPorn, and Ritalin is the new caffeine, this is a sacred space for you to unload, to laugh, bitterly, maybe to cry a little – but don’t worry, salt brine never ruined a glass of chardonnay.

Here you’ll find parenting hacks, free lessons in bra-burning for wannabe lipstick feminists, which, by the way, is habanero hot, and a crash course in suburban survival. It’s also the spiritual home of The Scheduled Drug Club, where I have chronicled for you my un-clinical drug trials. You’re welcome. As a disclaimer, I should add that if you’re the type of person that says stuff like, “What if they prescribed Prozac less, and nature more?” this, ironically, is not the blog for you. Otherwise, your electro-blog therapy for suburbiacs starts now.

Love,

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hi,
Welcome to the sacred space on this site which I reserve for electro-blog therapy for all you suburbiacs like me. If you live somewhere where the lawns are wide and the minds are narrow, where the madness of Super-Mommy-ism is epidemic, where the Sorbet salon at your local strip mall is offering a special on a bikini wax dictated by YouPorn, and Ritalin is the new caffeine, this is a place for you to unload, to laugh, bitterly, maybe to cry a little – but don’t worry, salt brine never ruined a glass of chardonnay.

Here you’ll find parenting hacks, free lessons in bra-burning for wannabe lipstick feminists, which, by the way, is habanero hot, and a crash course in suburban survival – speaking of which … Iit’s also the spiritual home of The Scheduled Drug Club, the place where I have chronicled for you my un-clinical drug trials. You’re welcome. As a disclaimer, I should add that if you’re the type of person that says stuff like, “What if they prescribed Prozac less, and nature more?” this, ironically, is not the blog for you. Otherwise, go grab yourself a mug of caffeine – let’s face it, the sole reason most of our tribe are still alive – and settle down on the couch.

Please comment and share – this is a support group and I don’t want to be the only one spilling my guts here. Even if you’re not in the mood for over-sharing yourself, and you can be arsed, please click on the little heart if you enjoyed a post, or share it on Facebook – and like my page while you’re there! Or tweet it. Whatever. I’ll use the law of attraction to make it go viral, because my thoughts control the universe like that. Okay, I’ll stop. If you’re in need of a little escapism from breeding in captivity, you’ve just unpicked the lock.

Love,

Lauren Liebenberg

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