The Sisterhood of the Split Pants

Every day I listen to woman I know put themselves down. Every day I listen to them call themselves fat or downplay their achievements, hide behind something that resembles humility, but is, in reality, much more damaging. These are educated, smart, successful, funny, kind, caring women who regularly pick themselves apart at the seams. I…

Mom Bullies

If my son came home and told me he made fun of someone because their jeans weren’t the right brand or because they were good at something he wasn’t, I’d (metaphorically) knock him into next week. If he came home and announced he and his friends had a jolly old laugh about another kid on the football squad who supported a…

Darling, You Look Marvelous

The other day, in the middle of some torturous contortion which these days counts as exercise, I told another woman her ass looked nice. It’s not the first time I’ve praised another woman’s posterior. It’s not the first time I’ve complimented curves, admired abs or lauded legs. And yet every time I do, there is a moment…

Sticks and Stones

Dear Boys, For some inexplicable reason I still can’t fathom, when I was in high school the term du jour for a pretty girl was muffin. At the top of this confectionary food chain, reserved for the prettiest of the pretty, the cheerleadiest of the cheerleaders, was blueberry muffin. Even more inexplicable than the baked good…