America’s Not Ready for a Woman President. That Shouldn’t Stop Us From Nominating One.
You can be anything you want baby girl. I tucked a blonde wisp behind her ear and smiled at her. I believed it to my core. My brilliant, stubborn daughter. The world was an endless landscape for her to navigate.
Women Are Not Here For You. You Do Not Own Us.
This story isn’t unusual. It’s not even rare. Most women at some point have played the boyfriend card to fend off an aggressive guy.
An Open Letter To Donald Trump From Some Angry Women.
Dear Mr. Trump… can I call you Mr. Trump? Is that ok? I want you to be happy, that’s very important to me. Before I get started, let me say this letter isn’t from all women. The Trumpettes surely won’t approve of this message. But this is from most women. We see right through you. […]
Boys Will Be Boys… The Danger of Low Expectations
“Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight. Carry that weight a long time…” -The Beatles, Carry That Weight Boys are getting a bad rap. They are being reduced to the lowest common denominator. They are suffering the permissibility of low expectations. They have no self control. They have violent urges. They have uncontainable sexual tendencies. Boys […]
Enough Of This Shit
“Where you born to resist, or be abused? Is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?” -Foo Fighters, Best of You Saturday was a fun day. We spent the evening at friend’s house. The kids laughing and playing in the pool while we enjoyed good food, great conversation and […]
America, This Is Your Rape Culture
“Me and a gun and a man On my back But I haven’t seen Barbados So I must get out of this Yes I wore a slinky red thing Does that mean I should spread For you, your friends your father, Mr. Ed” -Tori Amos, Me and A Gun My daughter had this funny thing […]
Would You Type To Your Mother Like That? Women and the Internet
“Stand up like a man, You better learn to shake hands, You better look me in the eye now, Treat me like your mother. Come on look me in the eye, You wanna try to tell a lie? You can’t, you know why? I’m dressed like your mother.” -The Dead Weather, Treat Me Like Your […]