The other woman. “Home wrecker” if she succeeds, “what did you expect?” if she doesn't. Everyday we are bombarded with stories of these women: former governor Mark Sanford's soulmate, John Edwards' baby momma, and Tiger Woods' menagerie of lovers. While the media will tell us all about these women, it's only ever the scintillating details – the love letters, the text messages, the alleged existence of a sex tape. The fact they are – or once were – party girls, porn stars, strippers.

It's still winter outside, but spring trends are showing up in magazines and catalogs -- and the draw of all those bright, summery pieces is appealing, especially when you're digging out of the latest winter storm. Freshen up your wardrobe by incorporating some spring trends now. This month, Lucky magazine chose their five favorites -- which ones will you wear?

With Valentine's Day around the corner, my inbox is a swamp of cliched press releases, each one of them attempting to sell me the idea of romantic travel -- a trip to Paris, perhaps, or exotic chocolates from far away places, or little extras that you can pack to transform the sturdy beige interior of your hotel room into a rose colored tent in the desert. Yeah, okay, maybe.

Question. Would you eat dog food?No?What if it was mixed in with your hamburger meat? Would you eat it then?What if I told you it wasn't your choice? What if it was already in the burgers you are eating?

I was talking to a friend recently who mentioned that it appeared things were going really well with my new baby. Being long-distance Internet friends, we see each other very rarely. And with all of the craziness that has happened in the past six months after the birth of my daughter, we haven't chatted much either. So all of the news about my life? He gets from the Internet, mainly my blog.

I became aware of the Impostor Syndrome eight or nine years ago, when I was working for a failing start-up. Watching our staff whittle to half its size every few weeks was starting to take a toll on the remaining employees. I was grateful to still be working, but I wondered whether I should start looking into another job -- something more secure.

When Bossy's daughter was young enough to play with dolls -- which was yesterday and maybe tomorrow and the next day even though Bossy's daughter relocated her dolls to purgatory the basement but Bossy still holds out hope -- Bossy's daughter preferred baby dolls that look and feel like real babies. Bossy's daughter never took part in the phenomenon that is the American Girl doll thing, which doesn't prevent the company from sending Camp Bossy an American Girl catalogue every fifteen minutes.

The announcement on the Blogger Buzz blog had the mild mannered title An Important Note to FTP Users. To the bloggers who use Blogger FTP for their blogs, the news was more of a bombshell. Some bloggers reacted like Helen Barrett from E-Portfolios for Learning in Blogger discontinuing FTP support.

I always thought that I was pretty old when I had sex for the first time (19), but Alan Guttmacher Institute reports that I was completely average. It turns out that 70% of unmarried teens in American have sex by the time they are 19. (OK, fine I was on the older end of the spectrum, but whatever.) I waited, despite intense pressure from a boyfriend in high school, because I wasn't ready and I knew it. It was a good decision for me. Other girls may be ready earlier, and those are their decisions, too.

The stories that a nation tells about its history provide a foundation for building community, creating institutions and transmitting values. For a pluralistic democracy such as the United States, the work that historians call "constructing a usable past" is vital to the task of building a future.

Many of us live in diverse communities where we interact with a culturally diverse group of people, but because I work in the downtown core in a large, metropolitan city, I understand that for some their racial tolerance has a short expiry date, ending at 5pm on Friday afternoons. Once they get off the commuter train and reach their homes in the suburbs, that tolerance goes out the window. But in this day and age, I'm of the opinion that anyone who has issues with their children dating or marrying across racial lines should have raised them in a forest or under a rock.

Don't you ever feel a little jealous of the fancy British women that get to wear fancy little hats to equestrian events and such? Is it just me? Okay, maybe I don't want to wear a two-foot-high fascinator, but I think that a little bit of hair bling doesn't hurt anybody. Michelle Obama nearly single-handedly brought back the brooch with her vintage and vintage-inspired statement pins, but I confess I'm still not apt to wear a big brooch on my sweater. But in my hair? That's a trend I can get behind.