All women are real. I don’t mean to jump the gun, but there, I said it. I’m just so sick of women being separated into two distinct groups, one being “real” and the other “fake.” First of all, it seems downright derogatory to say that any woman is not real. I mean, is she some metaphysical ...
Whether you love or hate your breasts there’s always this ominous sense that they’re actually bombs waiting to explode. In October, the abundance of pink signifies our steadfast efforts to raise awareness of breast cancer, seek more effective treatments and find preventative measures, but it also has a tendency to perpetuate paranoia. But never fear. ...
So, we’re having this baby. It’s due in a few weeks and we’re trying to get organized with all...
I recently heard about what is claimed to be the rising phenomenon of Japanese men remaining virgins for longer...
Ladders. Patriarchal conspiracy. I’ll explain… This week I climbed a ladder. I was trying to reach a loft space,...
Dear Madame X, My boyfriend needs to look at porn while we have sex. It bothers me because I...
Mrs. Dalloway is yet another feminist classic that I had to grow into. Wrapped up in Woolf’s instantly recognizable...
Last week saw a Big Thing come to our soggy little island. Well, it was a Big Thing for...
Last weekend I was entertaining a guest, you know, the sort I was planning to have lots and lots...
All little girls want to be princesses… right?! It’s bad enough that toy aisles are separated out by what...
