I’m Not the Woman at the Ballgame, But I Could Be

Recently, a hateful, fat-shaming photo surfaced on the internet. OK, I’m going to have to be more specific.

Dispatches from Ladyblogland

Dispatches from Ladyblogland: I Like That

One of the things I love about ladyblogland is how easy it is to bring a feminist perspective to events. There were a few gems this past week.


I’m Not a Fan of the Word “Flattering” and Here’s Why

To me, the word “flattering” should mean “what I personally feel looks best on me, based on my own personal standards for my appearance.” Unfortunately, in our thin-obsessed fashion world, it has become universal code for “smaller.” I’m not a fan of the word. It gets thrown around like a beach ball at a Phish […]

Awkwardette's Ill-Advised Guides

Awkwardette’s Ill-Advised Guide to Getting it On: On The Pubic Record, Pt. 1: All the Hairy Ladies

I get anxious about going on dates for a few different reasons. Am I going to say the wrong thing? Am I not showing enough cleave? Most importantly: what the fuck do I do with my pubic hairs?


Breastfeeding and Feminism

After having Isabel, I became fascinated with breastfeeding. The whole thing is a pretty amazing process, and some of the components of breast milk are beyond compare. However, I soon discovered articles from “feminists” arguing that birth, breastfeeding, and the associated period of fairly intense parenting that a newborn requires are oppressing; career crushing, even.

A Womb of One's Own

A Womb of One’s Own: Unwanted Advice

As a person who is female, my body is often seen as a public object open for discussion. As a pregnant woman, my body is not only open for discussion, but my choices are up for debate and judgment from friends, family, strangers, and anyone else who may cross my path. These comments are often […]