Since my little announcement last week I’ve gotten a LOT of congratulations.

You are all amazing. I wanna cyber-squidge your cheeks and bear hug you for your kindness.

I’ve also gotten a LOT of questions. On a lot of different topics. Been trying to field them on a case-by-case basis, but many of the same ones keep popping up.

Seemed like the best way to answer them all is to just do a big FAQ list and ease some of your minds.

Basically, as a woman who calls herself a feminist, Dusti should have been ashamed that she would not want to nurture another human being.

I’m sorry.

Did I miss the Feminist Camp workshop where the only way to be a feminist was to nurture and mother and love?

Guest Post by Joy Engel of Your Daily Dose of Joy

In the middle of Prisoner of Azkaban last night (I’ll admit that I had this thought before last night) I had a revelation.

The books should be named after Hermione Granger.

Stereotypes exist for a reason.

Yes, there are some frat boys who use their brotherhood for horribly illicit things.

They are not the norm.

She says stupid things, like encouraging her followers to “reload” while publishing a map listing political officials that were “targeted” for their votes on Health Care Reform. She thinks she is being revolutionary. And adored. Calling people to join her Grizzly army. Filming her TLC TV Reality Show.

I cannot emphasize this enough. YOU ARE GIVING HER FAR TOO MUCH CREDIT.

Ah, yes. Only attractive, athletic, vivacious, engaging, ambitious, etc people get action and play. If it isn’t Hollywood or magazines or society cramming it down our throats, it’s that little voice that gnaws at the back of our mind. Reminding us that we just aren’t good enough. That we aren’t skinny or pretty or “insert appropriately superficial adjective here” enough.

I am a girl who struggles with my weight.

I’m also funny. And smart. And kind. And talented. And sometimes pretty if not beautiful.

But at the end of the day I’m also a girl who weighs much more than she should.