Yahoo seems to think that employees only want to work at home because they have ulterior motives like lying on the couch and browsing cat videos on YouTube. Have they completely forgotten the plight of the working parent? Read More Yahoo’s Telecommuting Ban and How it Affects Feminism
This week has been nothing if not a breast milk-covered battleground in the oh-so-hyped “Mommy Wars.” Every few months, an article or twenty come along to announce to women that no matter how they choose to parent, they’re doing it wrong. Sometimes it’s about co-sleeping or babywearing or daycare, but the breastfeeding debacle has held its place firmly in the Mothering Thunderdome for years. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t, and really damned if you try to defend your choice. Read More The Breastfeeding Wars, Part One Billion
I recently had lunch in a room full of women who sport a great deal more grey hair and wrinkles than I. When counting birthdays, most of them have long since passed the umpteenth celebration of their 39th birthdays and are proud to declare their actual age. Seventy-nine, 83, 98 – however many birthdays have passed is an achievement and the next one is a goal.
In addition to making me want to repeatedly bash my head against some hard surface, this infuriating reddit thread got me thinking about how the language that we sometimes use in feminism might be holding us back. In this case, I am thinking specifically of the word patriarchy. Read More Communicating Feminism: Letting Go of the Patriarchy?
Recently, I was interviewed for an article about HAES(SM), and the interviewer asked, “What was your earliest experience with dieting?”
I felt a little funny telling her that I did my first diet when I was 4 years old. Even though I include that fact in my biography, and I hear similar stories all day long in my practice, it still felt funny to say it. Read More In Honor Of Mother’s Day: Taking A Break From The Guilt/Blame Cycle
Mother’s Day is coming up, which is a holiday we all know to be fraught with complicated feelings no matter what role we fill. But this week, I really wanted to kill my mom.
My mother buys me clothes for my birthday. I thank her and put them in the closet where they make a nice bed for the cat. It’s not that I’m ungrateful. It’s not that I don’t like new clothes. The problem is that my mother buys me clothes in extra large. I wear a size 8. Read More When Size Matters: One Women’s Journey to a Gift that Fit