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Lucky Number 13
It’s all Gerard’s fault. He planted the seed: About a year ago, he sent us a picture of himself after having completed the 1998 Dublin Marathon. I sent a text message to Victoria saying that “we should keep this event in mind for some day”. Almost immediately, she replied with “How about next year?”
Ann Hathaway Took Back Her Power
Ann Hathaway is so over being your bitch. The Oscar winner for her 2012 role as Fantine in Les Miserables reflected recently on the social media hate she began to receive after her big win.
Madonna and Penthouse
Over the weekend Madonna shared an Instagram story reflecting on the 30 year anniversary of the controversial photography book S.E.X. published in 1992, which arguably was the apex of her status as cultural agitator. Madonna wrote:
11 Signs to Know if a Guy Is Thinking About You
If there's a special boy in your life, chances are you think about him all the time. So it's only natural to wonder if he's thinking about you too. Luckily, you don't have to be stuck in doubt! There are many ways to tell if a guy is thinking about you, as there are signs and clues that don't deceive.
The Truth About Agent 355, the Woman Who Became America's Spy
In July 1776, The American Declaration of Independence was signed. This sparked the American revolution as the British fought for control of America.
My First Diva Cup Just Brought Me Closer to My Period
As a genderfluid individual, who often ignores their female body, I never thought I’d form a relationship with my period. But there I was, at 26 years old, reaching my fingers deep inside to pull out the bloody diva cup- and surprisingly, I felt relief.
4 More Feminist Horror Movies that Will Make you Reflect
I’ve always been fascinated by the macabre and the unseen forces of the paranormal, starting out with Goosebumps books and the Canadian classic T.V. show, ‘Are You Afraid of the Dark’.
Blame The Government, Sweetie.
I had a conversation with my best friend today while we were in the gym. She brought up the fact of how different she was treated by her family at a family function because she had lost a significant amount of weight since the last time they had seen her. She said that for the first time ever, they had invited her to take shots with them and actually conversed with her on a deeper level. She also joked about how if they saw her now, even smaller than she was before, they would be serving her drinks and food. The common theme of her visits with her family during holidays were always uncomfortable for her because she was often ignored. She realized this past Christmas that the reason she wasn't spoken to was because of her heavier weight. I got to thinking, now why is that? Why would the people who are supposed to love you no matter what, treat you less as a larger person than they would if you were smaller? She inspired more questions that I had. Why is it that even strangers treat us differently? Sometimes without even noticing.
The Crochet Chair
An old chair sits quietly alone separated from anything that seems familiar in a darkened attic room put away for safekeeping, or perhaps just forgotten. The golden fabric left dull with a light coating of dust and a faint scent of musty wood, nestled in a corner pushed against the slanted walls of the roof line even though the bare plywood was in harsh contrast to the polished wooden accents this chair became lost. The raised floral patterns worn to smoothness as this chair found purpose and great use once in its lifetime. A bit scuffed, tattered and worn but obviously having some importance to be stored away for such a long amount of time.
My Dad: The Feminist
This is the story of how my dad became a feminist. Let's start with that all important caveat shall we? Just to be clear – I’m not talking about a born-again, protest-chanting, preaching-from-the-roof-tops feminist. Not even the type of feminist that is really comfortable calling himself that word.
On My Complicated Relationship with the Word “Okay”
Let me start with what I saw. The expanses above me were an aged off-white with the wildest, strangest assortment of clouds you can think of. Texture. Icy tile held accountable by gravity unyieldingly pressed itself to the back of my head, my shoulder blades, me, as I look up into the restless sea of plaster directly above me. A finite sky of drywall. The floor vent to my left puffs its wispy breaths, the plumbing pipes swishing fluid below me and above me and all around the tiny bathroom in which I laid. I didn’t feel; I saw.
The Great American Tampon Shortage
So far this year, Americans have experienced shortages in baby formula, camp counselors, child care workers, lifeguards, and swim lesson teachers. It’s not a stretch to say, it’s been a rough year for parents. Add in record-high gas prices, and this summer does not look to be a fun one.