One Year In Trump’s America: Why I’m Raising My Son To Be A Feminist

By Catherine Miele

My beautiful son, my first and only (so far) child, is three.

He is too young to understand the current political climate or the fact that one year ago our country elected a man who wore his sexist comments, allegations of groping women, and desire to divide like badges of honor.

Too young to know the meaning of words and phrases like “misogyny,” “reproductive rights,” “hypocrisy,” and “consent.” Continue reading

I Am Woman, Hear Me Shame: 4 Ways to Kill Your Inner Misogynist

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By Eliza David

Being a woman is a LOT. We face a litany of challenges, wearing many hats as we navigate through the jungle of sexism. But alas – the drama doesn’t end there. Many of us are also subject to racism, homophobia, lower pay, ageism, mommy guilt, or a wicked combo of any and all. It’s tough stuff, which is why the last thing we need as women is to turn on each other.

In a New York Times op-ed piece, actress/alleged feminist Mayim Bialik pointed to beholding beauty standards and lack of modesty as invitations to sexual assault (and then subsequently offered a quasi-apology for the absentminded piece). Although her cringe-worthy words were 2,736 types of wrong, it created a dialogue among women regarding how we can be our own worst enemies. The knee-jerk reaction to uphold the low standards of misogyny has been internalized. I’ve been guilty of it myself in the past – we all have, I’m willing to wager. Continue reading

Sexual Assault Survivors Don’t Owe You Their Stories

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By Jillian Leslie

A two-word hashtag started by actress, Alyssa Milano, filled up our Facebook, Twitter and Instagram feeds this week. #MeToo was created to shed light on the amount of women who’ve fallen victim to sexual assault. It was successful to say the least. Countless brave, heroic women shared their horror stories and bared their scars for the world to see. Women spoke out in an effort to educate the unaffected and break down the barrier of silence our society builds around sexual assault. While scores of women participated, others purposefully left themselves out of the dialogue for fear of being criticized, judged or triggered. Do sexual assault victims owe the Internet their story? No, and here’s why: Continue reading

If Your Response to Rape Culture Is #NotAllMen, You’re Part of the Problem

By Kirsten Parnell

Numbers have never been my strong point — math class used to reduce me to tears on a semi-regular basis. But over the last few days, as more and more allegations against Harvey Weinstein have surfaced, and millions of women have shared their stories of harassment using the hashtag #metoo, I’ve started to have more faith in numbers. The sheer volume of stories makes the Harvey Weinstein scandal feel like a watershed moment. I’ve watched the media coverage with a mixture of sadness and relief: the pervasiveness of the problem is depressing, but now it’s dominating the news agenda, maybe we’ll actually start to see a change. Continue reading

Donald Trump Is A Human Garbage Fire & You’re Worried About Hillary’s Book?

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By Jillian Stacia

I’ve tried to play nice.

I’ve spent the past ten months coming at this with an open mind and a forgiving heart. I’ve prayed all the prayers and asked for surrender and guidance. I’ve tried to let it go and move forward as best I can.

But in this case, I just can’t. As in, I literally cannot handle people talking about how “selfish” and “horrible” and “divisive” Hillary Clinton’s new book is.

You know what is selfish and horrible and divisive? The president supporting Nazis in the United States. Getting in a pissing match with North Korea. Ending DACA. Denouncing global warming. Continue reading

What An Airline Encounter Taught Me About Society’s Respect for Women

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It is a warm spring morning. I am on my way home from my honeymoon: an 11-hour flight from Honolulu to New York. I need to pee, so I walk to the restroom behind my row. Alas, it is occupied, so I stand and wait patiently.

A kind man speaks to me from across the row, gesturing for me to cut him in line at an adjacent bathroom. We are in a standoff of sorts: chivalry versus patience.

“You can go ahead of me” he says, and gestures to me a second time. I gaze and see that I must cross a row of four with two sleeping passengers. I weigh my options, and realize I can get by with plenty of space to not wake them, so I accept the kind offer to go ahead of this man. Continue reading

I Didn’t Think I Was A Feminist

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By Laura Mitchell-­Ghafoor

I didn’t used to be a feminist. Or at least, identify as a feminist. I used to say, “Feminism? Not my cup of tea, thanks.” I had an argument once about how celebrities arguing over trivial things and labelling it as feminism diluted their argument and that was why I wasn’t a feminist; like equality could be compared to squash mixed with too much water at a barbecue in summer. I wasn’t militant. I wasn’t born in the days when women couldn’t have jobs, and right then, there were more pressing issues, thank you very much.

Only – and it’s been difficult to say this in the past, although the more you say it the slightly easier it becomes- I was entirely wrong.

Yes, I am a feminist.

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