Insults with Feminists: “Douchebag”

I like to curse”¦ a lot. And I like to be as creative with spellings as I am with uses (fuck can be used in a surprisingly diverse number of ways). As a feminist, though, I’m constantly considering linguistic histories of the words that I use. With regard to cursing, I think things like, “What’s the male equivalent of ‘bitch’? Is there one? Of ‘pussy’? Is it OK to use these words? In what context?” Sure, you have “dick,” but, let’s be honest, it doesn’t hold the same demeaning history. Read More Insults with Feminists: “Douchebag”

Shakespeare’s Insults for Everyday Situations

Have you ever found yourself stuck in a conversation with an insipid person? You can’t think of anything to say that’s clever or witty enough to put them in their place, so you simply stand there and nod, a smile pasted on your face as you secretly imagine beating them senselessly about the head and face with a dead trout? We’ve all been there. Read More Shakespeare’s Insults for Everyday Situations

A Womb of One’s Own: Raising a Feminist Son

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about how I would raise a feminist daughter, one who is able to see her own privilege as well as others’, one who knows she deserves to be taken seriously because she’s a human being with autonomy, one who values her brain and her body, one who will never feel the need to denigrate herself because of her sex.  But how do I raise a feminist son? Read More A Womb of One’s Own: Raising a Feminist Son