Americans across the country will soon gather to celebrate our nation's independence. But it is July 2nd that we must hold in our hearts and minds, if we are to fulfill our nation's promise of freedom and equality for all.
Yesterday was a sad day for America, thanks to that judicial branch of government we shudder to refer to by its formal name as its rulings of late have been, ahem, far from "supreme."
Just beyond the pitch, the international sport of soccer is being used to reverse the epidemic of inequality and violence against women and girls.
Reliable birth control that permits women to manage how many children to have, and when to have them, has been nothing short of revolutionary -- not just for women and mothers, but for our country as a whole.
Concern that the World Cup could lead to violations of Saudi Arabia's strict gender rules prompted authorities in the province of Mecca, home to Islam's holiest city, to remove public television screens to prevent men and women from mixing.
History is divided on whether adding sex discrimination to the list of no-nos in the 1964 Civil Rights Act was meant to be a joke or a death knell for the bill. Either way, with women still making 77 cents on the dollar compared to men and the courts now firmly on the side of corporations, the joke is on women now.
I am (a fake) blonde and have large breasts. I am also a writer, employed and pursuing my Master's. These are things that make me "me." These are all things that have nothing to do with each other. Right?
Just when we thought the rights of women, workers and minorities faced enough setbacks, it appears the nation's highest court has done it once again. The Supreme Court's majority has very clearly shown where its interests are -- and they are not with the people.
Our country's bias against women in the workplace isn't just cultural. As is true elsewhere, evidence for it can be found in both policy choices and economic data. What's a glass ceiling, after all, if not another place to hang a chandelier?
The majority of today's youth is grossly uninformed and misinformed regarding the subject of feminism. Issues surrounding the gender gap are lost somewhere between college applications and countless hours of Netflix.
It took me YEARS to admit that I was a feminist. I hated the word, I hated the stigma, and above all I hated what I thought it meant. After years of education, research, and soul-searching, I am proudly coming out of the closet.
Instead of a porcelain piggy bank most American kids have, my mom and her friends made small pots out of clay to store the coins they saved. While her friends would buy candy for themselves with their money, my mom would save up her own coins to buy a novel from a small bookstore.
Like many of you, I've been glued to the news from Iraq. As I read headlines of unspeakable crimes and sectarian violence, I notice there's something missing: the voices of Iraqi women. As with most conflicts, rape is used as a weapon of war. Iraq is no exception.
People value, respect and choose us when we value, respect and choose ourselves. It has taken me years to discover this.
The other weekend the Sunday New York Times Book Review had its annual summer reading issue. Now, it's not like I need any more books to read, since...
For a young girl who grew up feeling invincible and limitless, teenage-hood was a slap in the face.