The Damonator

I am a 20-something-year old professional, living and working in the suburbs of Chicago.

If you would like to reach me, you can send me an email at federalforest(at)gmail(dot)com.

She really is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.

Glasses up to a gorgeous day and some delicious drinks.

Another #fajitas #brunch. #mimosas #bloodymary #health #fitness #snark (at On The Border Mexican Grill & Cantina)

Enjoying this sunshine.

We decided to try our hand at #ginger syrup tonight. Gearing up for #moscowmule season. #homemade #drinks #vodka #lime

This shit is ridiculous. #snow #chicago #winter #weather #chiberia

Awww jeez. #snow #chicago #winter #weather

My 5-year-old insists that Bilbo Baggins is a girl.

The first time she made this claim, I protested. Part of the fun of reading to your kids, after all, is in sharing the stories you loved as a child. And in the story I knew, Bilbo was a boy. A boy hobbit. (Whatever that entails.)

But my daughter was determined. She liked the story pretty well so far, but Bilbo was definitely a girl. So would I please start reading the book the right way? I hesitated. I imagined Tolkien spinning in his grave. I imagined mean letters from his testy estate. I imagined the story getting as lost in gender distinctions as dwarves in the Mirkwood.

Then I thought: What the hell, it’s just a pronoun. My daughter wants Bilbo to be a girl, so a girl she will be. And you know what? The switch was easy. Bilbo, it turns out, makes a terrific heroine. She’s tough, resourceful, humble, funny, and uses her wits to make off with a spectacular piece of jewelry. Perhaps most importantly, she never makes an issue of her gender—and neither does anyone else.