feminism

I never thought I’d have to say this, but white people: stop using the race card. I’m serious. I’m getting sick and tired of the movement I’ve dedicated my life to being used as your weapon. I’m onto you — I see what you’re doing.

I didn’t realize any of this until I was 18 years old, and by then I had tried to change myself for years. I didn’t realize that I shirked away from being seen as overbearing, or rude when boys dominated the conversation, although, these traits seemed to be admired and respected when displayed by the opposite gender.

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

When my husband and I looked at the screen in the ultrasound room and saw that we were having a girl, we both breathed a sigh of relief. Not because we didn’t want to have a boy, but because it meant the circumcision debate was off the table.

Podcasts are a beautiful thing, but there is only so much of Ira Glass’ nasal story-telling out there.

It’s bad enough when I’m street harassed out by myself — I feel vulnerable and deciding how to respond can be hard. But it gets really complicated when I’m harassed and with my child.

Would I relive high school all over again? Absolutely not. But this senior from Oak Hills High School in California is at least making me reconsider changing my yearbook quote from something dull to something fabulous.

Traveling is good for your soul, or at least that’s what those motivational images of beautiful sunsets on Facebook say. I don’t know for sure how much better my soul feels after I go on a trip, but I do know that travelling as a woman can result in some interesting observations. The difference of treatment that women receive from one country to another has always been fascinating to me. Not only because we can be targets of sexism and misogyny anywhere, but because of how the overtness of inequality varies from location to location.