PoC News in America

This week’s roundup is video heavy, so pause your Spotify playlist and let’s get to it.

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This Week in Misogyny: Awards Show Edition

New Yorkers, be sure to check out the recommended readings before hitting the voting booth in a couple weeks (you are voting in the primaries, right?) so you can be sure to vote for the feminist candidates, who aren’t necessarily the female candidates. We’ve also got updates on the misogyny of the Emmys, lots of terrible people, some disheartening studies (the one about Fifty Shades readers was particularly interesting, though not terribly surprising), and so much more. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny: Awards Show Edition

This Week in Misogyny: UCSB Shooting

By now you undoubtedly know more than you ever wanted to know about Elliot Rodger and his misogyny-fueled killing spree. We already covered quite a bit of the story in this week’s Dispatches from Ladyblogland, but of course we’ve learned more in the interim. So much, in fact, that the rest of this week’s misogyny news and recommended readings will be getting their own post. Read More This Week in Misogyny: UCSB Shooting

This Week in Misogyny: I Can’t Even

I just can’t with some of these stories this week. The Cleveland abduction is feminism’s fault? Beyoncé puts girls at risk of becoming sex slaves? Women have to work an extra 12 years to earn the same amount as men? Seriously?? (Trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny: I Can’t Even

News Appetizers: Start Your Week Off Right

All the news that’s fit to be pissed about! Right here for your reading pleasure. Read More News Appetizers: Start Your Week Off Right

My Perspective by Erin Neathery

I always knew a gun would alter my life. I have no idea how I knew, but I did. One of the most vivid dreams I ever had was when I was just 18 or19 years old. I saw myself, clearly older, sitting in a chair, rocking a child, and I was staring into the barrel of a gun. Who was holding it? I had no clue. But the dream disturbed me enough that I wrote it down.  And I remembered it years later, when a single gunshot shattered my life. Read More My Perspective by Erin Neathery