Would you like to know why I choose an IUD as birth control? Because my husband and I enjoy having sex and we cannot afford another baby. Because I have been on hormonal birth control to manage severe cramps. Because I had a D&C five days postpartum after delivering our first son.
If after considering all these things, you still feel that genders are either already equal or they don't need to be, I suppose you're entitled to your opinion.
Looking at photoshopped images of models is bad enough for our collective self-esteem. What will photoshopping our kids to look like they stepped out of a J. Crew kids catalogue lead to?
If you don't like feminism, don't call yourself a feminist. But I have a hunch that when your brilliant little girl grows up and voices her desire to be president you are not going to tell her she should instead look for a man to open her jars -- you may even encourage her to call herself a feminist.
Parenting kids... man, it rocks you to the core. You think pushing them out is gonna be the hard part -- they call it labor for a reason. But that is a Disney cruise compared to the years that follow.
Call yourself anti-feminist all you want ladies, but never forget that you have the freedom to define yourself because of feminism
The perception men have of women is skewed, but the perception women have of each other, I dare say, is even worse.
No NOW conference would be complete without a strong focus on grassroots organizing, and one of the most important things feminist can do in the next five months is elect more feminists to office.
As the Head of a school that encourages girls to Dream, Dare, Do; that promotes growth mindset and risk-taking; that knows how girls learn, think and feel; that uses research to inform best practice, I struggle with how not to insist that men and women with the same qualifications be paid equally for the same work.
Having a feminist boyfriend doesn't mean that he sees the same production of Hamlet you do; it means that when you call out misogyny, he knows enough to say, as mine now does, "I believe you."
Something new is trending on twitter. It's not grumpy cats, unfortunately. I wish that were the case.
When performing black femininity at the request of white or non-black spaces, we are continuing the violence against black women. Without reconciling the privilege of masculinity, we are continuing that violence. Letting our white gay counterparts parade black femininity only reproduces the problem.
When you're going into college (whether you're a freshman, senior, or somewhere in between) as someone who is, or aspires to be, an activist, the amount of preparation involved can seem overwhelming or even impossible to navigate. Believe me, I've been there.
Saujani is a self-proclaimed "Feminist with a capital F" and while she asks "Where are the women?," she definitely knows where they should be: EVERYWHERE.
You get home from work, go into the bathroom to turn on the shower and there it is: a terrifying, one-inch monster. Your obvious reaction is to call a man, but what happens if your man isn't around to do it for you?
If we don't address these intersecting identities and the fact that sexism, racism, classism and the like are within our rainbow bubble, we are hurting the very members of our community that we proclaim we are fighting to protect.
I wish there were another catch-all word like "feminist" that I could use to express my belief that all people -- male, female, transgender and otherwise -- should have the exact same fundamental rights and opportunities in this world we share. "Gender-equalist," perhaps? "Advocate for gender fairness"?
Avery ate a Freeze Pop and watched a crew of teenage girls of all sizes race around a pool. I wish that I didn't, but I found myself thinking, I'm so glad that she's just eating a popsicle. I don't want the day to come when it becomes about calories and whether or not she deserves it.
"What makes you, or any modern American woman think she's deserving of a good man?" asks improbable Internet anti-hero Mark Bellrose, known to readers...
We think about our friends and how much we love them. If we have children, we care about getting them grown. We care about our parents and how they are aging. We wonder about our partners. If they will live as long as we do. Women don't worry about being f*ckable.