I like it on the kitchen table.
I like it on the couch.
I like it on our bed.
Seen any Facebook status updates like this yesterday? No, your friends aren’t more randy this October than usual. It’s Breast Cancer Awareness Month and there is yet another Facebook meme circling the social networking site that purports to “get people talking” about breast cancer. Keep reading »
Yesterday, Amelia and I were discussing a random post idea, and Frederick’s of Hollywood came up. At that moment I remembered how much I enjoyed reading that catalog when I was younger. Yes, I read every product description in Frederick’s of Hollywood from cover to cover when I was only about 9 or 10. I even had my favorite model, one of the few, if the only black woman to grace the pages. I have no idea why my mom was on the mailing list. I don’t think she ever bought anything. It wasn’t a secret that I had a thing for Frederick’s of Hollywood, but I’m surprised my mom never told me to stop. I became even more fascinated with the catalog after my aunt told me Frederick’s of Hollywood was where hookers shopped. For some reason, lucite platforms, elephant trunk thongs for men, and ridiculous wigs intrigued me. But, then again, I was the kid who thought looking tacky was a good thing.
Tell us: What strange stuff did you do as a kid? Keep reading »
Usually, when I tell people that I’m a doula I get two questions. The first: How do you spell that? And the second: Isn’t that like a midwife?
The concept of doula, at least in the way I use it, is relatively new. The word itself comes from ancient Greek, meaning “helper” or “woman slave,” but it’s been adopted in the last 40 or so years to refer to someone who provides support to women during pregnancy and childbirth. The support a doula provides ranges from emotional cheerleading to massages and acupressure to aromatherapy and meditation. It runs a wide gamut of all things non-pharmacological, a unique service for women giving birth mostly in hospitals. Keep reading »
Growing up is all about figuring out who you are, who you can call a real friend, and if you are really (really?) just going to turn into your parents. So, yeah, it’s a pretty crappy experience for everybody — and especially so if the place you call home does not embrace being “different.” In the past few decades, LGBT groups and their allies have made huge inroads helping gay young adults feel welcome with gay-straight alliance clubs and the like. In fact, Human Rights Watch’s nationwide event, National Coming Out Day, is next week, on October 11. The day doesn’t necessarily promote gay folks “coming out” of the closet, but it promotes everyone voicing their support for gay rights and equality. Given how just last month, an 18-year-old Rutgers University freshman jumped to his death after his roommate live-streamed his gay encounter on the internet, events like Coming Out Day are so important for visibility.
Later this year, there will be another coming out day: a recent college graduate is organizing “Feminist Coming Out Day” to take place on March 8, 2011, which also just happens to be International Women’s Day. Keep reading »
October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month and by now you should know the importance of self-exams and early detection. You may not know that there’s a real product on the market called “Boob Lube
” that makes those exams a little easier and maybe even more fun — especially if you have a partner help you out. A portion of every sale will go to support breast cancer research and awareness, which is nice and all, but you could always buy regular lotion or soap for a fraction of the price and donate the difference to a breast cancer organization of your choice, like Susan G. Komen for the Cure
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In a group, they all laughed. It didn’t take much to make them laugh, and once they started, it escalated within minutes, growing more out of control, as if they were trying to outdo each other in their maniacal hysterics.
I lay on my right side, staring at the gray wall in front of me and listening to them cackle and howl, their voices echoing through the day room. Even in the throes of my breakdown I knew the difference between them and me — I was depressed; they were insane. Read more … Keep reading »