What The Chicago Women’s March Taught Me


By Megan Kramer

When I first heard about the Women’s March in Washington, D.C., that would follow the inauguration of Donald Trump, I was determined to join. It felt like the first real action I could take to potentially make a difference—an action that would fly in the face of the sexist, racist, divisive rhetoric coming from Trump and his cabinet.

I booked a plane ticket from Chicago and made lodging plans that wouldn’t break the bank, but, unfortunately, those lodging plans fell through at the last minute. Unable to find another affordable and safe option in time, I decided I would go to the Chicago Women’s March instead. I was disappointed I wouldn’t make it to D.C., but little did I know that marching in Chicago would turn out to be even more inspiring. Continue reading

5 Reasons Dolly Parton Is The Ultimate Feminist Icon


By Cece Flores

Dolly Parton, a name that evokes mental images of big hair and even bigger bosoms, is a person of far greater substance than her image might suggest. From a limited point of view, Dolly is nothing more than sex on parade. But to the open mind, she’s a vital part of the feminist movement. At this point in history (or herstory) feminism has become a sort of umbrella under which exist many categorizations and variations of the common, universal goal: freedom and equality. I’m sure not everyone will agree but here are some reasons why I think Dolly Parton is an important feminist icon. Continue reading

Women’s March On Washington & Sister Cities: A Style Guide


By Sarah Winters

We all know that 2017 is guaranteed to be a powerful one, and with inauguration week coming up I look forward to participating in the Women’s March On Washington. Whether you’re traveling to our nation’s Capitol or standing ground in your home city, one thing is for sure: the day will be filled with passion, empowerment, activism, and very specific do’s and don’ts. Fear not! Homeland Security might take our oversized toothpaste, but they will not take our style! Continue reading

“The Bachelor,” Slut-Shaming, and Cyber Bullying


By De Elizabeth

Fans of The Bachelor franchise come in a handful of varieties. There are those who love the show fully ironically, who enjoy live-tweeting, laughing at the ridiculously lavish dates, and gaping at all the dramaaaaa. On the flipside, there are fans who are genuinely into the show, who are rooting for the bachelor or bachelorette to find their one true love, who are truly disappointed when (or if) they break up a few months later. And then there are some fans who might fall directly in between – the ones who get into it, but know it’s a heavily edited television show to take with a grain of salt. I’ve always considered myself one of those in-between fans. Continue reading

On Weight Loss Resolutions and Feminism


By Jillian Stacia

“Omg, I’ve eaten a thousand cookies. My pants barely fit.”

The sentence flew out of my mouth before I even realized I said it.

It was one of those moments where you literally see the words hanging in the air. It was the holidays, and I was laughing with my sisters in the kitchen. I waited to see how my words would land in the crowd, worried about how they would settle. Luckily, there wasn’t any horrible reaction. Nothing except a smile and a nod and a “me too” in a small, heartbreaking kind of way. Just another innocent comment added to the growing pile of reasons why we’re not good enough the way we are.  Continue reading

8 Books to Help You Get Your Feminism On


By Casey Rose Frank

If you’re anything like me the post-election world we live in is one that has not only instigated a feeling of wanting to create actual change, but has required it.

When I want to raise my voice louder but don’t know where to begin, or rather how to make sure that in my insistence to be heard that my message is clear, coherent, and one that I can be proud of, I want to hear from women who have already done an amazing job. I also want to learn what I don’t know. Continue reading

World, Let’s Join Them: A Little Encouragement for this Post-Election Season


By Nikki Norris

At least half of our nation is stunned, and many are grieving. We grieve a loss, yes, but more than that, we grieve for those who no longer feel safe. For me, the horror began early this year as evangelical leader after evangelical leader spoke out in support of Donald Trump. How professed followers of Jesus – the model of self-sacrificial love – could support a platform built on hate is baffling. And now, after a staggering 81% of white evangelicals voted for Trump, I can’t decide what’s worse: the knife in the back from the American people, or the twist of the knife from the evangelical church. Continue reading

Our First Female President Is Out There Somewhere – And She Is Watching


By Jillian Stacia

The thing I keep coming back to is how Hillary Clinton must be feeling.

I am a privileged white girl from an upper-middle class family with little to no real political involvement, and I am absolutely devastated. I am in mourning. So many of us are in pain. So many of us are struggling to get out of bed and act like normal humans. So many of us are trying desperately to fall back on our kindness and be the bigger person. Continue reading

Don’t Normalize, And Other Ways To Stay Strong In Trump’s America


By De Elizabeth

It’s been almost a full week since Election Day, and it’s safe to say that we are still collectively grieving. The emotions that many of us have experienced in just a week’s time have been the truest definition of a roller coaster. Personally speaking, I’ve been heartbroken, enraged, horrified, scared, worried, anxious, angry, furious, devastated, empowered, helpless, thoughtful, thoughtless – there and back again – in just six days. It is not linear; it is an up-and-down graph of feelings. It is, in a word, mourning. Continue reading

What Intersectional Feminism Means To Me

A photo by Lechon Kirb. unsplash.com/photos/yvx7LSZSzeo

By Rachael Junard

“My feminism will be intersectional or it will be bullshit.”
― Flavia Dzodan

Feminism to me has never been something I’ve questioned, it just made sense. I grew up in a house with a heavy male presence but my parents gave me room to go through my tomboy “phase” and also explore things like makeup (flashback to that bright blue eyeshadow we all wore), strappy sandals and hair accessories. Throughout all of it, I was just trying to find what I liked best. It wasn’t until I got to college that I realized that sometimes my definition of feminism is different than some others I come across. Continue reading