It's disappointing that this story got so much attention when the purpose was more about attacking and demeaning an individual than attempting to help a victim of abuse. I hope that Lena is strong enough to move past this and come out a stronger person.
It's sad knowing these standards still exist, and are more stringent in some regards then during our parents' generation. But I don't think women are allowing those standards to define their entire identities as much and, well, that makes all the difference.
I stared at my computer, at a loss for how to explain to a male non-New Yorker exactly why 'Hi!' doesn't mean 'Hi!' in certain situations to a female New Yorker. It can be a one-sided message from a man to a woman. And the message, loud and clear to the woman on the receiving end is: "I'm sexualizing you."
The Equal Pay Act doesn't seem to be working very well. In the United States today, mothers are the primary or sole breadwinners in more than 40 percent of families. They work for the same reasons men do and merit the same pay.
It's not surprising that any of this would find its way into the National Review. What's surprising is how easily that publication has snaked its way into the concerns of people who seriously care about the rights that victims of abuse are entitled to.
So many conversations are initiated and shaped by women on Twitter. Important conversations about terms that used to fly right by me in their ideological camouflage: Rape culture. Misogyny. Privilege, gender bias, slut-shaming.
Since ancestral times women have cultivated the seeds, reproduced the seeds and hybridized them. However, when food passes from the private sphere to the public one, in the areas of marketing and distribution, men appear in the process.
I have a son. I have a daughter. I want my daughter to have every opportunity my son has. Not more. Not less. Equal.
I, like many of the young women of my generation, assumed that we had equal rights with men under the law of our Constitution. We lived in the United States of America, the strongest democracy in the world. Why wouldn't we?
Fight the power by trying one of those messy, undone, "I woke up like this" looks that are so hot right now and share your just-okay-looking face with the world!
Truthfully, I did not apply to Barnard because it's a women's college -- I applied in spite of it. There are hundreds of perfectly good co-ed colleges in the world! Yet in only one year at Barnard, I've learned my lesson: women's colleges are not only relevant, but necessary in today's society.
Dear White People's flawed and fabulous female leads remind us that when it comes to our individual path to identity and self, we can either be the directors of our own lives or be directed -- the choice is entirely ours.
The conversation shouldn't just be about what we are against, but what we are for. A feminist future is not an apocalyptic crisis where the family unit is destroyed as women pillage the earth for the remaining cotton for their ever-flowing menstruation.
There are infinite varieties of men or at least about 3.5 billion different ones living on Earth now, Klansmen and human rights activists, drag queens and duck hunters. For the purposes of feminism, I'd like to delineate three big blurry categories.
When you hear the acronym "ISIS" lately, unfortunately, you probably recognize it as an acronym of terror and brutality. This is a shame, because "Isis" is a word that has much to offer us.
So go ahead and hashtag your devotion, but learn the cause. Above all, think collectively -- meaning outside your own personal needs. Think about the needs of your sisters around the word and for generations to come.
Since puberty I've experienced gender dysphoria but developed coping mechanisms to ignore it. It got harder with age. Having just turned 33 and returned from another month-long tour, I felt more depressed than ever. With every single performance the pain of the lie was perpetuated.
Today, in France, whenever I hear certain right-wing moralists denounce the "feminization" of our society, I realize that we are once again going through one of these periods of instability when the female sex becomes an object of political tension.
It's easy to blame the victims. It's easier still to blame the perpetrators -- the batterers, the abusers, the pimps. Yet we live in a society where it is perfectly respectable for one person to have more money than an entire state full of people.
A victim of street harassment myself, I often wonder, If you're a construction worker in the throes of the sausagefest that IS your work site, have you offered up as many niceties to your own wife as you did to me just now?