Dictating what women do with their bodies is ridiculous.
I believe in feminism and I identify as a feminist, but sometimes when confronted with some of feminisms ideals, especially when it comes to relationships with men, all I can think is “blah, blah, blah.”
I’ve laughed out loud at every episode I’ve listened to — that includes, but is not limited to, while on the subway, on a plane, walking along a crowded sidewalk and at the supermarket.
I hate giving up. Giving up is quitting. I also hate failure.
Is it OK for women, within the power structures of our own gender, to call each other bitches?
When I first heard about Lena Dunham’s Girls, I was both intrigued and excited. Like a-little-bit-of-wee-came-out excited.
There seems to be no other holiday that induces anxiety the way that New Year’s Eve does. Forget the stresses of your Hallmark holidays–New Year’s Eve will have you sweating giant pit stains for weeks before the event.
When we start reducing a woman to a concept, we strip her of her autonomy.
My dad always says there are two reasons why you shouldn’t trust someone: because you don’t know them and because you do.
You will have to take at least 7 inches off the hem/legs of every dress, skirt and pair of pants you buy.