“Feminism” is a loaded word for many, and it has changed over time. These days, a homemaker can still call herself a feminist, and so can those of us who get waxed. Since it’s National Women’s History Month and all, we thought we’d explore the label a bit by asking women across the country what feminism means to them, and how it plays a role in their lives today. Do you call yourself a feminist? Keep reading »
Did you hear? Sexism is totally OVER! Women everywhere are paid the same as men, we’re treated with the same level of respect, and we’re never sexually assaulted or abused, ever. So go ahead, log on to Amazon.com and buy this hilarious “Control A Woman” toy remote control. Its buttons read sophisticated stuff, like “Clean,” “Clean,” and “Remove Clothes” — why, there are even up/down buttons “Stop Whining” and “Stop Nagging.” I’m so thoroughly pleased that women are so safe, secure and empowered around the world that we can laugh about pointing a remote control at a woman and pressing “mute.” (Oh, and ladies? You can buy your own “Control Your Man” remote, too.) Why is Amazon even selling these degrading toys? [Amazon.com] Keep reading »
It’s a pain to have to pee sitting down, especially in gross public restrooms, bars, port-o-potties, airplanes, outdoor camping trips … just about everywhere. That’s why, by the age of 10, most of us have perfected the art of the hover. It’s great—keeps you from coming into contact with any potentially hazardous germs and creates definition in the quads and glutes. Just kidding. Hovering sucks and we know it. Well, Salon writer Michelle Rabil discovered an alternative to the perils of the hover: peeing standing up. Keep reading »
Today is my birthday. I’m 26 years old today — but I look much younger. With my big, brown eyes and round cheeks, people who don’t know me often mistake me for being in my early 20s or even in my teens. (It probably doesn’t help matters that my maturity hovers around the “Yo Gabba Gabba!” level at times.) Looking younger than my actual age is both a blessing and a curse. It is difficult, as a young-looking woman, to be taken seriously by older people when I discuss politics, society or culture. I’m not going to complain about being told that I “look so young,” though, when the latter is meant as a compliment. Who doesn’t enjoy compliments?
But I’ll admit I feel weird accepting those compliments sometimes. Why should I be flattered that I look young? Keep reading »