Every feminist and her cat (because bitter old hags that “want it all” just end up getting a cat, amirite lol!?) has something to say about Joss Whedon’s speech extolling the virtues of switching out “feminist” for a less abrasive…
Gloria Steinem might want to live in a world where her written works are no longer relevant, but much of what Steinem so radically wrote about feminism and inequality through the 60s and 70s remains just as pertinent now as…
I’m curious about vaginas. Not in a sexual way. In an anatomical way.
The lady at my salon, as she was painting my nails, once looked at me after a moment of contemplative silence and said, “We’re so lucky to be women. There are so many lovely things we can do, like spending the afternoon having our nails done with our friends. Men don’t have things like that.”
I can’t decide if I’m an adult or not yet, and most of my indecision comes down to the fact that when I think of adults, I think of them having a bunch of stuff that I just don’t have.
I have huge knockers. I’m not bragging, nor am I lamenting–I am simply telling facts as they happen to exist. My breasts are large.
Being in a long distance relationship is tough–it’s a lot of pining, missing, hankering and then pining some more.
17. A solid team of bros.
I wonder if this year is my year. If this winter a gloved hand on the end of a shivering arm will run itself across my face and beam down at me while we form clouds that swim around our heads.
The confidence to dance like a maniac.