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	<description>thinking + motherhood = feminist</description>
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		<title>Comment on A meme for New Year&#8217;s Eve by Heppy Noo Yeeah &#171; Spilt Milk</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heppy Noo Yeeah &#171; Spilt Milk</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 09:36:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] (Pilfered the idea from blue milk) [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on Somehow hypnotic by Rachel</title>
		<link>http://bluemilk.wordpress.com/2009/12/22/somehow-hypnotic/#comment-18830</link>
		<dc:creator>Rachel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 20:41:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I may forward to my neat freak friend to show her the value of leaving a mess for the baby to play with.</description>
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		<title>Comment on When mothers don&#8217;t love their children by Nancy</title>
		<link>http://bluemilk.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/when-mothers-dont-love-their-children/#comment-18829</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:50:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh as to embarassment about not having families during the holidays, I seek out friends who are also alone and ask if they would like to get together over the holidays, which works out well</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh as to embarassment about not having families during the holidays, I seek out friends who are also alone and ask if they would like to get together over the holidays, which works out well</p>
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		<title>Comment on When mothers don&#8217;t love their children by Nancy</title>
		<link>http://bluemilk.wordpress.com/2009/01/23/when-mothers-dont-love-their-children/#comment-18828</link>
		<dc:creator>Nancy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 18:49:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You need to do the things you do for yourself.  You are to be commended that you got beyond your family.  Non-nurturing mothers are really not mothers, but have such devastating impact on our lives.

On the other hand perhaps we would not have been such ac hievers if we were not driven?  I don&#039;t know for sure, but suspect I was pursuing a better life than I had.

Nancy</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You need to do the things you do for yourself.  You are to be commended that you got beyond your family.  Non-nurturing mothers are really not mothers, but have such devastating impact on our lives.</p>
<p>On the other hand perhaps we would not have been such ac hievers if we were not driven?  I don&#8217;t know for sure, but suspect I was pursuing a better life than I had.</p>
<p>Nancy</p>
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		<title>Comment on When mothers don&#8217;t love their children by Stevie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stevie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 17:27:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>While trying to conclude the basis for my binge eating, I stumbled across this article.  Wow.  So disgusting.  My &quot;mother&quot; is a horrible, nasty, narcissistic sociopath, who did everything in her power to intimidate, abuse, and frighten us to the point that I still try to train myself to wake up in the morning without fear and anxiety.  I have abused drugs, alcohol, food, and just about anything else that I thought might fill the gaping void in my soul because of her hurtful and hateful behaviour.  It&#039;s so embarrassing at this time of year, especially, when others are talking about spending the holidays with their families--or even when people begin to reminisce about memories of their mother&#039;s cooking or beauty routine or ...anything, really.  I have no memory of anything except physical, verbal, and emotional abuse.  Additionally, I&#039;m an overachiever, but I suffer from so much nervousness, anxiety, and fear of failure that everything just seems twice as hard.  I&#039;ve achieved a lot, and I&#039;m glad that I followed through on my dreams, but it doesn&#039;t matter to anyone because success and learning are not valued by my &quot;family.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>While trying to conclude the basis for my binge eating, I stumbled across this article.  Wow.  So disgusting.  My &#8220;mother&#8221; is a horrible, nasty, narcissistic sociopath, who did everything in her power to intimidate, abuse, and frighten us to the point that I still try to train myself to wake up in the morning without fear and anxiety.  I have abused drugs, alcohol, food, and just about anything else that I thought might fill the gaping void in my soul because of her hurtful and hateful behaviour.  It&#8217;s so embarrassing at this time of year, especially, when others are talking about spending the holidays with their families&#8211;or even when people begin to reminisce about memories of their mother&#8217;s cooking or beauty routine or &#8230;anything, really.  I have no memory of anything except physical, verbal, and emotional abuse.  Additionally, I&#8217;m an overachiever, but I suffer from so much nervousness, anxiety, and fear of failure that everything just seems twice as hard.  I&#8217;ve achieved a lot, and I&#8217;m glad that I followed through on my dreams, but it doesn&#8217;t matter to anyone because success and learning are not valued by my &#8220;family.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on Christmas 2009 by lauredhel</title>
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		<dc:creator>lauredhel</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 12:12:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ooh, you had Bruny Island cheese for Xmas too! Scrum yum yum.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ooh, you had Bruny Island cheese for Xmas too! Scrum yum yum.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Christmas 2009 by So, how was your Christmas? &#171; In a strange land</title>
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		<dc:creator>So, how was your Christmas? &#171; In a strange land</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 09:34:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] date at Fuck Politeness, A very good day at Elsewoman, Xmas Day open thread at Hoyden about Town, Christmas 2009 at Blue Milk  -34.925770 [...]</description>
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		<title>Comment on Christmas 2009 by Stef</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stef</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 23:24:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Do I dare share that the Child of the house wasn&#039;t up until after 8  on Christmas morning and even then we had to wake her up.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Do I dare share that the Child of the house wasn&#8217;t up until after 8  on Christmas morning and even then we had to wake her up.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Linger by Stef</title>
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		<dc:creator>Stef</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 23:22:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I can see the woman she will become beaming out underneath the kid I see in my screen.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I can see the woman she will become beaming out underneath the kid I see in my screen.</p>
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		<title>Comment on Secret history by mom</title>
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		<dc:creator>mom</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:05:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My mother had 8 of them...and then eventually my younger brother.  I just can&#039;t imagine.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My mother had 8 of them&#8230;and then eventually my younger brother.  I just can&#8217;t imagine.</p>
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