Polar Vortex (hey, didn’t I see them open for Flaming Lips?) might be bringing the icy hammer of Hoth down upon half of North America right now, but there were a few perky (they had good support) moments for women in the news today.
A friendly public service announcement from your non-engaged friends: don’t become an unbearable monster. Also, we love you.
We wouldn’t have to wait to realize that we already have everything we need. We would tell ourselves how special and lovely and breathtakingly unique we are. We would rescue ourselves.
There is no more worthwhile service that a bar can serve for a tender, violently self-discovering young person than to make them feel accepted. And drunk. Everyone needs to frequently be made to feel quite accepted and quite drunk in their twenties.
I’m guessing this little girl has already figured out what her parents want when they focus the camera on her: FACE. FEELINGS. ENERGY. SPARKLE. MAGIC. That’s not what they got. May we all keep it this real at all times.
Tending to the details of daily existence is what truly makes for a well-lived life, and makes us feel empowered to bring about more substantial positive change. Here are a few good places to start.
To demonstrate sexism on men’s websites, the word “woman” in this article has been replaced with “dog”, and the word “man” has been replaced with “owner”. Nothing else has been changed.
2014 already kicking us in the balls by robbing us of one of the only true beacons of unfettered paternal strength we had, James “Uncle Phil” Avery, who died yesterday at age 65. Not the way to warm up a room, 2014.
You can change your clothes, but you gotta love your bones, baby.
The Plan-B emergency contraceptive, aka the morning-after pill, doesn’t work for women over 176 pounds, and barely works for women over 165.