From the monthly archives:

September 2010

The New York Post is doing its best to fan the flames of a scandal in NYC. Apparently a young woman with a bad dye job, Melissa Petro, got lifetime tenure as a teacher and then within seconds revealed on a blog that she was a prostitute. Oh, I’m sorry, a sex worker professional. Which for some reason doesn’t give lifetime tenure.

I know what you’re thinking: Why the hell am I reading this boring-ass blog, when I could be reading her blog about being a whore?


That very valid point aside, I’m having a hard time getting excited about this whore-turned teacher-now-reassigned-to-a desk-job woman.

I fall firmly on the side of sex workers shouldn’t be teaching our children, and yet, there are so many more damning stories to come out of the New York City public school system, that I hesitate to throw the first (or the twentieth) stone. About the whoring, not about the dye job.

I have no idea if she was a good teacher, if her students loved her, if she inspired them in the way that commercials tell us good teachers do. If she did, then her being at a desk is a real shame. And none of the articles that I’ve read about her address this.

No, prostitution isn’t a great career choice and despite all reassurances that many whores have a heart of gold, there is absolutely an ick factor connected to it. And we do what we can to segregate the ick from our children.

Living in 2010 America, I know that there is no way that Melissa Petro will be allowed back in the classroom. And my suspicion is that she knew that when she blogged about her sex worker past. Maybe this is a way for her to get some crazy blog traffic and a steppingstone to publication.

In some ways, that is more disturbing than having a sex worker in the classroom.

By the way, did I ever tell you how I was involved in human trafficking? Details coming soon!


About Last Night

by Marinka on September 29, 2010

Last night I went out to dinner with a good friend. It was a lovely restorative evening, marred only by the fact that it didn’t last long enough. Because everyone knows that when you go out, the goal is to come home after the kids are already asleep. Alas, my kids were still awake, so I got to spend those precious moments with them before they drifted off.

And do you know what they told me?

My daughter shared this fantastic quote with me: “Friendship is like peeing on yourself. Everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth.” Now before you nominate her for Poet Laureate, she didn’t make it up. I don’t think it takes away from the sentiment though, do you?

And then I went to say good night to Young Ladrinka.
He was blathering on about the Mets so I transitioned smoothly to asking him if he’d washed his hair. And he said, “no, I never wash it.”

Marinka: What do you mean never?”
YL: I mean never.
Marinka: Why not?
YL: I just stand under the shower and let it go on my hair and then I dry it.
Marinka: Do you know what shampoo is?
YL: Yes.
Marinka: What is it?
YL: That stuff you used to put on my hair when I was little when you washed my hair.
Marinka: But you don’t do it yourself?
YL: No, I never do it.
Marinka: Why not?
YL: …shrug…


Is he fucking with me? Or do I need to take remedial motherhood classes?
I mean, clearly he knows what shampoo is, so it’s not like I’ve been completely neglectful.


I Hope My Health Insurance Covers Straight Jackets

September 27, 2010

The other day my daughter was referred to physical therapy by her orthopedist. An orthopedist who gave me a list of about a million physical therapists in our neighborhood. Because I’m vying for the Mother of the Decade award, I started calling right away, hoping to find someone who accepted our insurance. Here’s a pseudo […]

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Feeling Like It

September 26, 2010

Biopsy update: Normal! What a relief! (Except stay tuned for details about my new secret fear that he biopsied the wrong patch of skin!) One morning last week, I was loading the dishwasher. And while I was loading the dishwasher, I was singing a happy tune. Except instead of singing a happy tune, I was […]

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Not Quite Fever

September 22, 2010

The other day Husbandrinka took Young Ladrinka to see the pediatrician for something unimportant and she said that he had a slight 99ish fever and might be getting sick. Young Ladrinka seized on this news like a pit bull on a young child’s leg and would not let go. When I came home, he told […]

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September 22, 2010

Everyone in NYC is obsessed with bedbugs. Specifically with not getting them. A friend gives me daily updates on where they have been found. A million movie theatres and Niketown. Bergdorf Goodman now has their own bedbug sniffing beagle, so if you come into the store and the beagle starts barking her head off, you […]

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How Not To Be Class Mom

September 20, 2010

If you’d like to get out of being a class mom, read this and learn. Not from me, of course, because I have no idea what I’m doing and as a result I’m in my second year of Class Momhood. But from a fellow mom. So, I’m standing waiting to pick up my kid from […]

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September 19, 2010

I have a lot of things to share, so I’m combining them all in an EZ to read post. 1. I still don’t have my autopsy results, so please continue to worry. In related news, biopsy spot on my back has to be bacitracined and band aided and since Husbandrinka was out of town, this […]

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