Happy Thanksgiving from the Daily Bastardette!
Happy Thanksgiving to all ungrateful bastards everywhere. Bastardette is thankful for you all who keep up the good fight. Continue Reading →
Just Another NAAMDay. Indiana gets its 10th Boxed Baby
Safe Haven Baby Boxes bagged–or should I say boxed– its 10th Indiana newborn a few days ago. No details have been released. The only way we know about this is that SHBB founder Monica Kelsey posted a tease on her Facebook page, and then discussed the event briefly on her Tuesday evening FB chat. Continue Reading →
This is the Worst NAAM News Story I Have Ever Heard: He was frozen suspended in time.
“Adoption” is the nice word embryo dealers use to hook in the desperate and childless to convince them, that they are performing a sacred act of saviorisn not unlike anti-abort clinic harassers. The only difference is that embryo adoptions are blatant commercial transactions where a slick amount of money changes hands for product. Clinic screamers only shell out for carfare, sign-making materials, megaphones and loudspeakers, amps, and an occasional bail bill. Bombs optional. Continue Reading →
Milking the Cash Cow: Don’t trust the adoption Industry to “navigate” your search and reunion
What does that mean? “Official search process?” Since I’ve never sat through a Barker session, I can’t say, but it sounds like “leave the driving to the Barker Foundation.” God forbid you, Little Bastard, should go out on your own and muck things up or worse be successful without the guiding hand of professionals. Peer support and assistance through local in-person groups or social media, Search Angels, PI’s contacting 2nd cousins on Ancestry. or extortion and bribery just won’t cut it. Autonomy must never be practiced. Continue Reading →
Online Event: “ineradicable voices: narratives toward rerooting”
Based on oral history interviews with individuals who experienced transracial and/or intercountry adoption, 17 persons collaborated to create a special Zoom edition performance that carried the ethics at the heart of the process. Continue Reading →
Florida Baby Box Update: Ocala Marks the Spot!!
Still, that is a very dangerous number to float without clarification and correction. It’s wrong, Not only does it conflate traditional safe haven cases with baby box cases, the number “validates” and popularizes baby boxing as a legitimate way to handle problematic and hidden pregnancies and birth and the social and economic situations that surround the baby box “choice” as boxers like to call it. I have seen this one hundred number show up in other stories recently and no one at SHBB is calling for a correction since it suits the agenda. Unfortunately, an incurious media is immune from asking real questions and ends up a pusher of “feel good” solutions to complex problems. Continue Reading →
Missouri. Another NAAM Moment: The Color Purple
Why are “fostercare” and “adoption” lumped in with numerous cancers, epilepsy, animal abuse, Khron’s Disease, Infantile Spasms, Hypokalemic Periodic Paralysis. and Sjogren’s Syndrome? I had to look up that last two. I mean, isn’t NAMM a celebration and adoption a positive happy thing, not a debilitating disease? Perhaps, that’s a rhetorical question. Continue Reading →
The Punchline: Taking the Bastard Moment Public
I won’t post a summary here and spoil the fun. Read the news story to the very end for the punchline. You don’t need any background to understand other than being adopted to get it. Taking the Bastard Moment public. Continue Reading →
New York State: Update on OBC Application Processing
Due to the Covid lockdown OBC processing has been delayed and very slow Here is an update, as of today, on the progress the Pre-Adoption Cert unit is making on sending out OBCs to New York adoptees who patiently–or not so patiently–have waited for their original birth certificates. A substantial number–over 9.000– have been processed and/or sent. Continue Reading →
Taking the Joy Out of Writing: Hating #NAAM or the Adoptee Writer’s Lament
My steam flop happened because I’m not working on my major writing projects. The ones that do bring me joy. The ones I put aside for NAAM. I’m sitting around the house scrolling through Twitter and Facebook looking for topics God knows there’s enough dreck to write about. Adoption is the gift that just keeps giving and giving. Not much, though, has moved me in the last few days, and I refuse to recycle. I really want to work on my projects, I want NAAM to go away. NAAM is stealing my joy. Continue Reading →