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The Sun Rose Today

The world changed, alright. Just not how any of us had expected.

I wasn't going to post today. And then, around 10PM last night - when it was clear what was happening, but before the election was officially called - I turned off the TV and got into the bath. I took a Star Magazine with me because I couldn't bear to think about anything other than Brad Pitt's marital woes, and for the first time I actually understood why that kind of blunt-force entertainment is so addictive: it gives us the chance to fall down a rabbit hole of celebrity breakups and makeups and the cutest boots to buy this season, and when we're in that rabbit hole we can pretend for a moment that the real world doesn't even exist.

Like many of you, I need a minute to absorb what just happened, and to try to wrap my mind around what this means for the future of the country - not to mention the future for minorities, for women, for the LGBTQ population, for our children, and for thinking, feeling human beings across America and far beyond.

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Links & Love & Stuff

Just added to the glam | camp Holiday Shop: the coolest sustainable amber bamboo boxes. They're technically jewelry boxes, but I like the idea of using them as hiding places for your secret favorite things. (Mine is currently holding Sugar Babies and Xanax.) (Oh shush, I'm totally kidding. I don't even like Sugar Babies.)

 Trump just got booed at his own polling place (via The Verve.)

 Now THIS is how you #adult. Oh man, I am going to miss him. (Obama Calms Supporters When Trump Protestor Appears, via CNN.)

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Be The Change

Election Day is tomorrow. Finally, and thank god, we have come to the end.

Except, of course, it's also just the beginning - because whichever way this election goes I think we can all agree that regaining faith in our democracy is going to be a long process for a lot of people. And for all the bigotry and ignorance and intolerance that Donald Trump has brought onto the national stage, he has also thrown in our faces a fact that many of us may not have fully understood until now: there are a hell of a lot of angry people out there. A hell of a lot of people who feel like they are not being heard.

What this means is that no matter what happens at the polls tomorrow, there is work to be done. And the first step is acknowledging those who feel that they have been silenced, whether by misogyny, by racism, by the media, or by a political system that sidesteps their needs...and making sure that they have a voice.

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The “Mom Registry”

Sometimes a value pack of diapers isn't quite what a new mom is looking for.

I think we all know, by now, what kinds of things should go on a baby registry: round pillows that are "for breastfeeding" and thus approximately three times the price that a round pillow should be. Tiny plastic milk-collecting bags that will vex you endlessly, and rip at extremely inconvenient moments. One of these unfortunate-looking (but genius) gizmos

But there is apparently another type of registry that you might not be especially familiar with: the "Mom Registry" - useful for sprinkles, for fourth trimester gifts, and for moms who seriously do not want another onesie and would much prefer a nice big slab of brie, please and thanks.

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Pre-Halloween Partying, Just For Fun

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Gang's all here.

AUGH Halloween photos are the best. These were taken at a neighboring town's pre-Halloween event over the weekend; the town closes down Main Street for a few hours in the early evening so all the local businesses can hand out candy to the kids. When our friends who live in the town suggested we come by and join them for some strolling and Snickers-collecting we said sure, obviously, because it sounded adorable. It ended up being a little more like a Yo Gabba Gabba concert on steroids (if you've ever been to a Yo Gabba Gabba concert you know exactly what I'm talking about, and what I'm talking about is hysteria), but even though negotiating those crowds with a stroller and two massively over sugared children wasn't exactly my idea of a relaxing Sunday afternoon, it was still...

...yes...