Sometimes laughter can be the best medicine. And after the sad sudden death of Joan Rivers, some celebrities, including Anna Kendrick and Katy Perry took to Twitter to lovingly play tribute the comedian with a sense of humor.
The nominations for the 66th Primetime Emmy Awards are announced July 10 and like a kid writing his Christmas list for Santa Claus, I have been thinking about who I most wish to see receive an Emmy nomination come Thursday morning.
Young women talking about feminism is important. But focusing only on which young, famous women embrace or reject the label of "feminist" essentially reduces the issue of equal rights to a hashtag.
For me, the collaboration is sort of akin to working with a lyricist. There's no lyrics in the score, so you're basically working with the scenes as lyric and trying to find a way to emotionally support what's going on with that.
While I pride myself on being tactful, intuitive, emotionally intelligent and sensitive (continually, these are all areas for major improvement), I may occasionally be unfiltered, which is definitely a "subjective" description.
While growing up isn't always fun or easy, it sets a precedent for how you're going to live the rest of your life. Thanks to some of these funny women, I feel fully equipped to take on whatever comes next.
The notion that there is one soul mate for everyone is ludicrous. If you expand the definition, a soul mate doesn't even have to be romantic. My best friend is a soul mate; my son is a soul mate; a man I knew but never even kissed is a soul mate.
What does it mean that our discomfort about Hannah's departure from gender expectations is matched only by Marnie's performance of them? What does it say about us that we are repulsed by the protagonist and her foil with equal fervor?
How would Hannah fare in the real world, where landing a paid editorial gig with virtually no desk experience is the stuff of lore?
The body image, air-brushing, magazine-coverage stuff is inevitably hypocritical, boring and small. It's on a loop and it's going nowhere. Reading the mainstream "women's press," you'd think the biggest problem facing us today was the fact that "real" women appear airbrushed in glossies.
What is it like to wander those exact streets and see the bars and the parties and the workplaces IRL, 3D, off the technicolor tube? Is it possible to hang out where our favorite characters hang out? Well, read on and you might find out.
While I deplore Hollywood's pressure on women to be underweight and perfect, I don't believe that obesity can be a positive political statement. We should all be advocating for a healthy lifestyle, with a good diet and sufficient exercise.
Most of us want to be appreciated and loved and valued for more than how we look, but are unable to completely expunge all interest in our outward image. If this is where most of us live, shouldn't we be asking for acceptance to be in this middle space?
Her and the lack of a female body seems less like a feminist victory, and more like the unfortunate end result of an industry thoroughly uncomfortable with the realities of the female form.
Over the years, I found that I expanded these bite size mindfulness exercises into full-blown practices in my own life. Now I sit and meditate every morning, and try to approach life in a more mindful way.