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Family life from the feminist perspective; can women have it all? Can anyone?
What to Say Before You Move Out
There were things that never really made sense to me. Just as anyone else, I too wanted to "fly" the nest once I turned 18. I was a poor excuse of a student when I reached my senior year in high school. However, by chance or fate I had managed to get a scholarship at a school that was four hours away from my hometown. When I got the letter in the mail, I couldn't believe it. Growing up in a small town, where everyone was either pregnant, dropping out, or selling drugs, to me this was huge. I still remember the exact words I told my mother, as I showed her the letter. She was proud, the kind of proud that makes her talk about it for hours over the phone to our grandparents, aunts, and uncles in Mexico.
Ashley MurgaPublished 6 years ago in VivaI'm Just Not Fun Anymore
As we grow up, we go through many stages of life, the good times and the bad, the hard times and the easy. And ultimately — the fun times, and the not so fun times. But if we're lucky enough, we find someone to share all of those experiences with. And hopefully, this person will be with you through the thick and thin, loving you for the person that you are. I really wish this for each and every one of you. And I also wish that throughout your life you'll be able to shut down bullshit propaganda ads like the one below from Durex.
Shana NizeulPublished 6 years ago in VivaLet's Play a Game
I've always said I should write a book about my life. Then again I guess we could all say that. I find it easier to tell my story in bits and pieces, because 33 years is a lot to sum up into one story. This story is true, something that really happened to me. I find a kind of solace in being able to tell my story, as dark and disturbing as it may be, some might say, "Stop I can't hear anymore" I wish that it was that easy for me.
Megan VasquezPublished 6 years ago in VivaNew Meaning to the Term "Daddy's Girl"
As a kid, I was told I talk too much, so I shut up. Then I was told that I didn't speak up enough, so I started talking again. This cycle went on for a while until I decided for myself what I wanted. I got brave and bold after puberty hit around 12 years old and I was always speaking my piece. Thing is, as much as I talk, no one seems aware of how much I see and hear too. I am very observant and the one thing I have observed is the large amount of young women clearly raised by their mothers with very little paternal interaction.
Kendria WhitePublished 6 years ago in VivaDear Stranger, I Don't Care If You Call My Daughter "Him"
People have called my daughter a boy even when she’s wearing pink shoes and a pink shirt. Has it ever bothered me? Not a tiny little bit.
Justine SheppardPublished 6 years ago in VivaDon't Ask Me When I'm Having a Baby
It is automatically assumed that when a woman enters her early twenties that she would be trying for a baby. And if she hasn't given birth or hinted at having a family by the time she is 25, something must be terribly wrong. In my own experience, older family members seem to think it is perfectly acceptable to ask you when you're going to have a baby every single time you see them.
Jenna EdwardsPublished 6 years ago in VivaRaising Girls, Raising Boys
I'm a mother. I have two girls that I am bent on NOT letting fall for the same bullshit I did. I will not watch them devalue themselves or shoulder the weight of a sexist America. I will encourage their self-awareness and their belief in themselves. I will foster their creativity and willingness to try. They will be soft and strong and see in a spectrum. Convicted, careful, beautiful, and smart. They can be whole people, accomplished and tolerant without being doormats. They will be better than me. They will be better than this mindset, running rampant over my generation and those before.
Johnna LaFaithPublished 7 years ago in VivaPMDD: What to Tell Your Kids
Let me start off with a disclaimer. I am not a parent. I've said it before and I will say it again: I don't know how all you ladies with PMDD cope with motherhood. You are superwomen to be sure...and women of a class I will never comprehend. But I see every so often on message boards that some of you are having a hard time handling the responsibilities of motherhood when your symptoms are hot. And I often read that you just don't know how to explain your "craziness" to your kids and how worried you are that you are scarring them for life.
Cheeky MinxPublished 7 years ago in Viva