South_agency/E+/Getty Images For new parents, it’s only ever a matter of time before someone — a family member, co-worker, friend, or stranger on the street — asks the inevitable question: “So when are you going to have another?” It’s usually followed up with (or even posed as) “When are you going to give [your child] a sibling! They need a brother or sister!” But… do they actually? Recently, Threads user Jess Van Den (@jessvanden), an only child, asked “How many people — as adults — actually like/love their siblings?” “Most people I know seem to have fraught, indifferent, or mildly...
Man Goes In For A Vasectomy & Gets Annoyed With The Pamphlet He's Given
TikTok Let’s hear it for the boys. Specifically, for the boys (men) who step up and get a vasectomy. Vasectomies aren’t exactly a relationship equalizer — especially if you’re talking about a man who’s fathered children in a relationship with someone who’s gone through the months of growing and then birthing those children. Compared to that, a minutes-long procedure with a generally easy recovery period isn’t that big a deal. But, it’s a great way for a guy to tell his partner “Your body has done a lot for a family, so my body will do this.” But recently, when...
23 Baby Names Inspired By Millennial Pop Culture That Weirdly Hold Up
Getty Images/Hulton Archive/Getty Images Choosing a name for your child is kind of a surreal experience. You suddenly realize there are tons of baby names you hate: names you associate with people you didn’t like or bad characters in your favorite shows, movies, and books. But you also realize there are a bunch of names that immediately make you think of a pivotal pop culture moment in your life — and if you’re a millennial, that means you can think up a bunch of millennial-core baby names represented by the pop culture of the ‘90s and 2000s. And honestly? It’s high...
“Don't Google It,” My Doctor Told Me. I Did Anyway, & It Nearly Broke Me.
This wasn’t supposed to happen. The ultrasound tech, who started out chatting about her love of pottery sculpting and camper van travel, fell silent as her wand pressed firmly into my abdomen. Click, she snapped a photo. Then another. I squinted at the grainy image of my 30-week-old fetus on the monitor. What was she so intent upon? The cold jelly on my exposed skin itched. I shifted, fighting the urge to scratch. Most of my body was covered in a hive-like rash that felt like an army of fire ants attacking me. For the past few weeks, I’d slept...