I recently read The Fourth Procedure by Stanley Pottinger, in which, during a surgical procedure, a man is given a uterus containing a fertilized egg. He is enraged when he finds out, afraid that if it becomes public knowledge he’ll be a laughingstock. Turns out he’s right. But I don’t get it. What’s so funny about a man getting pregnant?
How do you learn to love yourself all over again? My wife and I got engaged in the winter of 2013, and pretty much immediately started planning a wedding for the next fall. (There’s a joke in there somewhere about how we moved somewhat quickly, but we actually went pretty slowly, for dykes!) As winter faded into spring and spring faded into summer, despite the wedding planning stress, I had never been so happy in my entire life. But something wasn’t quite right.
This is a love song for those who showed me there was a thing called freedom, and it wasn’t closed-legged, and it wasn’t passable, that it was expensive and gaudy, and I wanted it, and I didn’t want it. Content notice: Orlando shooting. This is a love song to all the people whose bodies the world has called disposable: fat, queer, black, femme, woman, poor, disabled, gender variant, crazy, immigrant, sex worker, bitch.You changed my life. You saved me.
No one dares to mention that travel is essentially a consumable good under capitalism and, as such, simply isn’t available to many of us. It happened again today. Someone on Facebook shared a photo from a recent trip to Asia and announced, “I don’t even know how life would be worth living without travel!” And then I found myself clicking over to an article telling us all to urge our children to travel as much as possible, for the perspective and experiences travel can afford!
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 10 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Julie Krone.
Gender-based discrimination means prejudice and bias towards a specific gender. Gender-based discrimination against girls is prevalent across the world. Girls are always regarded inferior to boys. This began during the early times and continues till today and it will still be recurrent if ‘We’ the people of 21st century don’t put in an honest effort to stop and put an end to it.
The Brock Turner case has really caused an uproar on social media and the internet in general, and to be honest, it would make no sense to not write about it at this point.I have been struggling with my thoughts about this case for about a week.As a survivor of sexual assault myself, this case has definitely roused a lot of feelings for me. I’ve been trying to figure out how I could possibly write a post about it without it being a huge mess of emotions.
Originally from El Bordo, Department of Cauca, Colombia, María Alejandra Martínez, is the daughter of fighters for the Revolutionary Armed Forces of Colombia (FARC-EP). After they died during military operations, she was trained for guerrilla warfare. She was “recaptured” at the age of 16 and today, at 26, she writes, performs and participates in an artistic-political project that brings together displaced/demobilized survivors, police and military to build peace, reconciliation and reconstruction.
Everywhere you turn in the beauty isles of Walmart are signs and advertisements for “anti-aging” creams, and wrinkle reducing makeup. As I take a look in the mirror at my slowly (but surely) forming creases from years of laughs and tears, I wonder why they are thought to be a bad thing. Why is it that we are told to reduce our wrinkles, and fight the inevitable aging process.
I’m a breastfeeding mom. I fought hard to nurse my son. And I believe in women’s right to breastfeed.But I don’t call myself a breastfeeding proponent. Instead, I prefer to be an advocate for mothers with chronic illness (like myself) and their babies. What does that have to do with infant feeding? Actually, a whole lot.
Two weeks ago, former Stanford University student Brock Turner was sentenced to six months in prison for the sexual assault of an unconscious woman. What started as an opportunity for the case to serve as a strong message condemning on-campus assaults, ended up a shocking and disgraceful example of how the justice system fails in protecting rape and sexual assault victims.
Survivors need support, but often, when they reach out, they are met with responses that only cause further trauma.It’s 2016, and many people still do not know what to say to sexual assault survivors. Whereas some may lack empathy towards them, others simply do not know how damaging their words can be. Many survivors refrain from speaking out immediately afterward because of the things people say; it’s time we started considering the language we use to discuss this matter.
Take the Cake: Stories of a Fat Girl in a Skinny World is a series about living... well, as a fat girl in a skinny world. She and I met at the Curvy Girl Lingerie fashion show a few years ago — “I don’t mean to be a creeper but I know you from the Internet.” She later told me that her friend had to force her to say hi to me.I was immediately hooked: She wore vintage frames, was dressed in technicolor, and had a caustic sense of humor with the kind of sideeye people get medals for.
Each week for 26 weeks, I am publishing a post about women who are not widely known but should be—women who can inspire us, teach us, and encourage us to get out of our comfort zones and reach for our dreams. Week 9 of my A to Z challenge introduces us to Ida Gray Nelson Rollins.
Cross-posted from UN Women
“I managed to overcome the fear of running for election. I stood as a candidate and I won,” explains Lucía del Socorro Basante, a 60-year-old lawyer and the only woman on the Municipal Council in Pasto, in the Department [state] of Nariño, in coastal south-west Colombia.
http://www.dailykos.com/story/2015/5/24/1387310/-When-Hippies-Roamed-the-EarthThe hippy generation started many good things, brotherly and sisterly love, equal rights for people of color, women's liberation, environmental awareness, alternative energies, anti-war belief, organic foods, and enjoying themselves. Many former generations did not like them, in fact "Punch the Hippy" was a sport.
Dear Victim Blamers and Rapist Defenders,Hello, my name is Mandelynn. I don’t believe we have met. I have read your comments on numerous social platforms with utter disbelief and if we are being honest disgust. I wanted to take a minute to explain why what I am reading is so puzzling to me.
It's a simple question really, but not many people ask. We've all heard of the Special K motto, "What will you gain when you lose?" Today, I'm leaving "lose" in the dust and sharing what I gained when the scale tipped upwards.
Black or white. Dogs or cats. Oatmeal or banana ice cream. A lot of "either/or" categories exist in the world (and most of the ones involving food have crossed my mind once or twice). The choice that hit me this week, though, was strong or small.
Whether you languished in the mire of love in 1994, or you’re tip-toeing through the minefield of your heart in 2016, these women gave you permission to do it. Content notice: mention of imagined suicide In the age of Lemonade and hot sauce, we are getting a nuanced definition of love and loss. We are simultaneously begging the ones we love to save us from our own despair, and threatening to tear that ass up if we catch wind of even the slightest misstep.
Every day for the past four days I have been assaulted with stories about the Brock Turner case. The original story citing the judge’s appallingly lenient sentence. The powerful, indelible words of his victim.
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