Can we talk about high school sports uniforms for a second? Specifically the uniforms for teenage girls? A community in Florida is in a tizzy at the moment after the school banned cheerleaders from wearing their uniforms to class — because they don’t meet the dress code.
Turns out it’s perfectly OK for the girls to shake their hind ends in the short skirts and sleeveless tops in front of fans at a Countryside High School football game, but the school has put the kibosh on actually letting them into class. Read more at The Stir…
“My drive from work is too short for me to decide what to listen to on Spotify #firstworldproblems” was a recent tweet from the Twitter account First World Problems. The tweet reached over 50,000 people, and it was only one in a long list of mildly amusing little complaints about an easy, well-fed, upper-middle class life.
The idea of first world problems has recently become a meme, with inspired tweeters hashtagging the phrase on the back of every observation that doesn’t seem world-changing or ring out like a strangled scream from the depths of oppression. It’s kind of a fun trend. Maybe it serves to remind us all of what we already have. It offers a little dose of perspective. And when it first appeared, I was totally on board. But then I started seeing the hashtag cropping up a lot more when women were talking about all those things that get labeled “women’s issues.” Keep reading »
I just got back from a totally blissful six-day vacation in Tulum, Mexico, a quiet beach town about two hours from Cancun. I went alone. I’ve traveled solo (i.e. not in the company of a friend, boyfriend, or family member) before, but always as part of an organized group. This trip was the first time I was traveling alone without built-in activities and social opportunities. It was wonderful. I really enjoy my own company and loved having the freedom to do whatever I wanted — including nothing. But as a single woman traveling alone to a foreign country, I also knew I needed to be cautious and mindful of my safety. I took cabs at night if the area I was going to wasn’t well-lit, I locked my cabana door tight at night even though the ocean breeze would have cooled things down, and I kept a watchful eye on my drink at all times. Keep reading »
Emmy award-winning television journalist for HLN, Richelle Carey will be weighing in weekly on the latest headlines Frisky readers care about. In her role as journalist and anchor, Carey advocates for teen girls and women on issues that we all care about.
Today’s topic: Boxer Floyd Mayweather’s domestic abuse charges. Instead of serving a 90-day jail sentence for assaulting his ex-girlfriend in September of 2010, Mayweather was in Las Vegas this past weekend, boxing a highly publicized fight against Miguel Cotto. The fight earned Mayweather a guaranteed $32 million (not including the cut he received from the pay-per-view subscribers). So why was he in the ring instead of the slammer? A judge granted him a six-month delay on his jail sentence based on the fact that this fight would bring in over $100 million for the city of Las Vegas, some of which Mayweather promised to donate to a breast cancer charity. Keep reading »
What do women want? It’s an age-old question that makes men, like our presidential candidates, rack their brains. But how can all the bitches we know give them some answers? Let’s face it, we each have our own opinions. And the thing is, while I can easily tell my gal pal her new hand painted purple clogs make her look like Barney, how can I get to tell these big powerful candidates, with their team of security guards, that I want to keep my reproductive rights? (And please, if I ever got near Barack Obama, I’d giggle like a schoolgirl.) This Is What Women Want, a new grassroots website, is providing an open forum for women to post their political beliefs on everything from immigration to education. Also, with one click, you can instantly chime in and vote on other ladies’ posts through a rating system. I just gave “rape victims’ rights” five stars! So hey, I opened my big mouth, now it’s your turn. [Our Bodies, Our Blog] Keep reading »