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…

Periods for Pence: The Revolution Will Be Uterized

Out there in the nether regions of Facebook there’s a grass-roots movement called Periods for Pence. The group was one woman’s response to Indiana Governor Mike Pence’s decision to sign into law the most restrictive abortion regulations to date. Under this law, (since blocked by a federal judge as unconstitutional), women of Indiana would be required–among other things–to…

This Bitch is Pissed

I keep waiting for the revolution. I keep waiting for American women to take off the rose-colored glasses and realize they are being screwed. State by state, bill by bill, American women are being methodically and systematically fucked. Make no mistake. Bills and legislature passed in the guise of ‘protecting’ women’s health (I’m looking at you…

A Day in my Head

Sometimes it’s like bumper cars in my head. Like a fart, those random thoughts are usually better out than in. People seem to be confusing the phrase ‘politically correct’ with the word ‘humanity’ and sometimes ‘intelligent’. Politically correct is using the phrase African-American or black instead of a racial epithet like coon. Or not saying retarded….