On Using #GoneGirl As An Excuse For Misogynistic “Fear”

Recently I decided to break my standing rule about going to see movie adaptations blind, and I went to see the Gone Girl move without having read the book. I had a vague idea of the plot from the book’s reputation, but for the most part, I didn’t know the story going in. Ever since then, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about the way that people in my circles (both online and off) have been reacting to it.

(Ed. note: Contains Gone Girl spoilers, obviously.)

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Tropes vs Women: “Ruby Sparks” As The Manic Pixie Dream Girl

You may have heard that Nathan Rabin, the writer who coined the term “Manic Pixie Dream Girl” and named the trope apologized last week for doing so, saying: Read More Tropes vs Women: “Ruby Sparks” As The Manic Pixie Dream Girl

Race, Racism and Mental Health: A Look At #OITNB’s Suzanne “Crazy Eyes” Warren

I’m pretty convinced Suzanne Warren’s mother is racist. Unintentionally so, but to detrimental effect. Read More Race, Racism and Mental Health: A Look At #OITNB’s Suzanne “Crazy Eyes” Warren

Book Review: The Beautiful Anthology edited by Elizabeth Collins

Although beauty is subjective, sometimes our culture seems to decide, collectively, what we “should” consider beautiful. Is it straight teeth? The right outfit? A certain weight? Time period and geography change the ideal, but The Beautiful Anthology considers a more personal definition, beyond the “shoulds” of the world. Twenty-seven writers contribute to this collection with essays, stories, and poems all aiming at expanding what it means to be beautiful.

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Why I Will Never Own My Sluthood

I have had two major sexual experiences in my life.
1. I was 17, and a virgin. I met a guy at a party, while very, very drunk. He raped me after I passed out.
2. I was 21, and in love. We had been drinking (a lot). He kissed me, and we had sex. Then he sodomized me without asking if I was okay with it, and wouldn’t stop even as I yelled. He also secretly taped us, as I found out later. He swears to me to this day he remembers nothing of that night. Read More Why I Will Never Own My Sluthood