Thank You, Donald

If you’d told me back in September that I would see, hear, say, or write the word pussy as many times as I have in the last week, I’d have spit-laughed my coffee in your face. But the times, they are a strange-in’. Here’s something else I didn’t think I would ever say: Thanks, Donald. We’re still…

A Letter From Poland

I don’t normally run guest posts, but it may be the perfect time to start. The below is a letter from Poland. The author wishes to remain anonymous but her words should be read by every woman, because together we ARE everywoman.  Think this couldn’t happen in the U.S.? Think again. We’re just one or two Supreme…

There Once Was a Man From New York…

There once was a man from New York Whose antics of hate seemed to work He foamed and he spit A load of bullshit We need to find a REALLY YUUGE cork There once was a pasty white Hoosier Who fancied himself a bit of a bruiser It was quite plain to see By his…

A Crisis of Conscience

When I seven or eight, I saw a television commercial. The ad was meant to shock: emaciated bodies, starving children, a pleading Sally Struthers. I was inconsolable for days, sobbing into my mother’s lap. She likes to remind me I offered to forgo birthday presents to save the children. While I don’t remember that particular young girl…