What's wrong with looking my age? I am almost sixty. I don't want to be a younger woman. I love my spirit and my body. I love this age I am in now--one of growing wisdom and longer-lived knowing. So, why do I need to color my hair to a younger woman's shade? This was not about anyone else. It was only about me.
I really believe that if we stressed to girls that health is more important than beauty, that self-esteem more valuable than sexiness, we could save women from the kind of self-destructive thinking that consumed me growing up.
It's impossible for her to represent every woman, but much of what she stands for - confidence, fearlessness, self-awareness - can still translate and provide the building blocks essential for growing a new generation of independent, free-thinking women.
Researchers are scratching their heads trying to figure out why it's so rare to have women talking to each other about something other than men.
Comics superstar Mark Waid is working hard to make comics better. He always has been.
Sheryl Sandberg's "lean in" philosophy takes the baton from Ms. Steinem, advancing and putting new emphasis in our relationship world that suggests equality isn't just about the workplace, economics, or sexuality, but is also about the kitchen, the kids, and household chores.
As parents, with or without our kids' input, we make choices that shape their entry into new social contexts. We tell them what is "normal." We set them up to fit in or stand out. And the choices, for parents and children alike, can be overwhelming.
No matter how empowered, aware, and educated we are as individuals, we all experience the pressures of a largely stifling society and we all struggle to deal with it -- some of us have better days than others, but no one is entirely hardened to a life time of judgments and expectations.
My hunger, my appetites, my longings, my skin, my bones, my size are mine for the taking. I take back my worthiness, my belonging in the world of beautiful and diverse beings. I live without apology for the straight lines and curves, living tissue, vulnerable heart that hold my living, breathing manifested story.
Are you, as a young woman who lives in rich country, privileged enough to "not need feminism"? Excellent. Now please join me in trying to spread some of that privilege amongst women who need it a bit more than you do.
Because fat girls aren't supposed to take pleasure in our bodies or even consider showing other people what they look like, there is a lot of sh*t that can hit the fan. Mostly caused by other people not knowing how to handle someone as sexy as me owning it.
As much as people may want to deny it, young people are driving the sexual assault prevention and feminist movements forward. They are the catalysts.
It's hard enough carving out a space for ourselves in a world that constantly marginalizes us and our very existence. And having strange men assume that we want to hear what they think of us when there are very few things we want less in the world just adds to the burden.
I watched as these girls, even in class, were pre-occupied with their looks, pushing their boobs up, rolling their shorts up and trying to get away with whatever they could to make themselves more sexually appealing. Where did I, as a brown hijabi girl fit in?
When Claire arrives at Castle Leoch, her torn white dress from 1945, which the Highlanders all believe is her "shift" or slip, sets her even further apart in similarity from the other women at the castle.
Second-wave feminism included many lesbians who didn't know many trans women, because few were out and active in those circles in the '70s, and found it very easy to weave into their philosophy the absurd idea that trans women are "the avant-garde of the patriarchy's invasion of women's spaces."
Feminism is about enabling women to have what they choose. But women choose to feel like women - to experience the delectable polarity of the female and the male, and that requires a culture that empowers, and celebrates, both.
I can't count the number of hours that I've waited with (literally) bated breath, hoping and praying that someone will say "Of course you're Egyptian! I could totally tell." But I think what I've really always wanted to hear is, "You belong with us."
Yes, there was something wrong, but it wasn't with me, and my cyber sex was nothing more than a symptom of something bigger. It was my way of showing that I felt out of control and helpless.
Basically, porn is a terrible place to learn about how to have great, satisfying sex, and what that kind of sex looks like. It's an especially terrible place to learn about what women like in bed.