It’s a damp day: not cold, but clammy and fatigued. I walk in and see Laila sitting near the bar. She’s tense. Her shoulders are pulled up tight to her ears, and her hands are balled in her lap. I’m about to dig in to something intensely personal and painfully absent in her everyday life. (Trigger warning for pregnancy loss.) Read More Losing the Little One
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
Dear Person Who Just Had to Know:
“So you can have children, but you just didn’t want to?” Read More Maybe This Time
I wish I were here to bring you good news, but that’s in short supply this week. What I’ve got instead is abortion bullshit, rape apology/victim-blaming, more things that feminism has ruined, a Nice Guyâ„¢, and the woman who wants to feed him to sharks. Actually, that last story kinda made my day. (As usual, trigger warnings for pretty much everything apply.) Read More This Week in Misogyny Goes Hulksmash!
I have a silver necklace that I never wear. It’s a double-layered cylinder on a thin silver chain. Embedded in the center are two simple, tiny footprints surrounded by the names “Isaac” and “John.” My necklace is a reminder of my sons: beautiful identical twin boys who I never saw, never kissed, and never even held. Boys I never knew in this life. Read More Surviving Stillbirth: Living with “Nevers”