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"Feminism" is not a scary word, and identifying as one does not make you any of the aforementioned stereotypes: feminism is for everyone. The definition of feminism cannot be packed neatly into a box.
Books were written about women artists, aviators and many other women, but not about stay-at-home moms. They were out of fashion, dumped at the door of a consignment shop. I didn't like the world to undervalue my mother, even if I had.
How did my 8-year-old daughter start thinking along gender lines? By girl and boy categories? That there's worth in being the best girl, even if you're not better than two boys?
Christine Wilks's literary games harness the bodies of players to create poetic meditations on virtual and embodied forms of existence and memory. Coming from a background in film, she transitioned to digital writing, and is one of several e-lit creators who writes her own code.
Plainly, "natural living" has a deep foothold among the political left. Reproductive rights, however, vividly reveal how the progressive thrust of advocacy for a "natural" life can have profoundly conservative implications.
It's time to talk about complementarianism, the theological root of the demeaning, misogynistic evangelical fruit that I surveyed recently.
I'm not one of those people who say there is nothing great on now. I love "Modern Family," "The Middle" and can appreciate "30 Rock, but the connection the MTM characters had, their reality, their humanity, seems to have jumped into the living rooms of the viewers and stayed until now!
You may recognize the spiral-downward logic when your internal barometer registers that someone is seemingly much more accomplished -- not to mention much more glamorous -- than you are: What decisions have I made that brought me to this place? Have they been the right ones?
"I had the phrase seven beauties in my mind for a while when I was approached by Avenue 50 Studio to curate a show," José Lozano said. "I know seven beautiful female artists whose work is spiritually and intelligently beautiful, and whose work I really admire."
I think it might be time to step back, press pause on the kvetching and appreciate where we're at as a culture of mothers right now. It's really pretty amazing.
In the highlands of northern Guatemala, the Mayan-Ixil people who have only come into significant contact with the western world within the last 120 years still conserve a rooted cultural legacy that contains traces of the original "good life."
Mary Thom is many things. A founder of Ms., long-time Ms. executive editor, editor-in-chief of features for the Women's Media Center, lively author, devoted sister, aunt and great aunt, loyal friend. But she was also a committed, skillful, some might say incorrigible motorcycle driver.
"The clock is ticking," is not necessarily a phrase a feminist writer likes to hear, but when discussing the upcoming production of 'night, Mother, an exception can be made. In this case, the aforementioned clocks are not those of a woman's biology but of actual time, counting down to the death of one of the women onstage.
The president's cabinet should be judged for their ideology, experience, and character, not because of what boxes they check off on their census form.
Americans of all backgrounds have a chance to work together in solidarity, and women must take the lead, not follow the naysayers or incrementalists.
We do not live in a meritocracy, not even in the most privileged corners of the country where diverse, academically driven kids enjoy access to what might legitimately be seen as unlimited opportunities. This idea deeply disturbs people.
It's more obvious to me than ever after hearing from readers that this problem of a demeaning culture in the church is real; and until we are honest about that, change will not happen.
Today I yelled back at a "gentle" man who cat-called me. I was on the phone with my mom on my way to school when a man in a truck drove by and yelled at me in Spanish. His eyes ogled me as if I was a piece of meat or something.
"Blessed are you, Lord our God, Ruler of the Universe, who has not made me a woman." As a committed Orthodox Jew, I'm supposed to say that each morning. But this blessing is really tough.
Instead of insulting Boston or the Celtics during this year's NBA playoffs, I have been simply enjoying and analyzing the games and discussing them respectfully with friends who are Boston fans. I encourage you to do the same.
