This week, I accidentally cleared everything in my RSS reader, so I lost a lot of articles. Join us for what I did manage to snag.
I’ve been confronted with this concept for quite some time now, but especially since I’ve been publicly claiming a feminist identity. The common tropes and misconceptions of feminists are connected with this idea of everyone being “bra burners,” which if you’re familiar with the women’s liberation movement, bra burning actually didn’t happen on the day of the Miss American pageant back in 1968. However, the moniker for feminists remains, that being a bra burner is one that connotes an aesthetic that is displeasurable to the eye.
I am hairy. Super hairy. Every cruel nickname my brothers came up with for me as a child included the word “hairy” at some point in it. I am a pretty confident person on the whole; my one major issue is my body hair. Read More Babe, Why Does it Look Like a Wookie Has Been Showering in Here?
The verdict? It’s not that bad. It’s actually kind of awesome. Read More We Try It: Brazilian Waxing
Hair Peace: It’s a nice sentiment (one of the better phrases popularized by John and Yoko) but how many of us really experience peace with our hair? It’s not easy, even though from what I can gather most of the contributors to this site are at various places on their various paths to accepting their bodies. But hair? That’s a politically charged topic.
I think it’s about time that I share another vaguely embarrassing story with you!
Last week, I took a moment to indulge in my latest self care obsession — mani/pedis. There’s something so lovely and pleasantly mindless about picking out a nail polish color, dunking your feet in warm water, and watching the Food Network out of the corner of your eye with a bunch of your neighbors. Read More The Body Love Reflex
When I wrote this cranky post about the “real women…” phenomenon, I never expected it to resonate with so many women.
It seems that fat, thin, in-between, curvy, not curvy, in-between, cisgender, trans, various gynecological surgeries or symptoms, or whatever, there’s a lot of crap that makes us feel like not-so-real women. Read More “Real Women,” PCOS And Body Image
I stumbled across the Tumblr FuckYeahTattoos this morning and you can pretty much imagine how productive the rest of my day has been. There’s nothing more engrossing than looking at a good mixture of beautiful and horrible and ill-advised and completely inexplicable tats. But, you know me–I’m not here to show you the lovely, heart-breaking works, I’m here to point and laugh at the ones that their bearers will spend years trying to camouflage under grown-out body hair. Read More I Will NEVER Regret This! & Other Tattoo Truisms