You Don’t Have To Be Cool To Rule My World

In the dark of a sweat-soaked night, poured into a pair of jeans with zips at the ankles, a half shirt riding my midriff, I stood. With other uncoupled girls, backs against the cool tile wall, I listened as the unmistakable guitar notes of Purple Rain echoed through the cafeteria. As a young teen, Purple Rain was…

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…

Dress Codes are like Footloose…for Frocks.

Every time I see an article about how school dress codes infringe upon the rights of girls, I cringe. Not because of the implications of sexism they contain–of course dress codes are sexist–but because I keep wondering when we are going to accept that teenagers are, by biological definition, walking libidos; gangly, ticking sex bombs….

You Keep Using That Word. I Do Not Think it Means What You Think It Means.

Every generation of parents adds its own entires to the Great Dictionary of Parenting. In the 80s it was “latch-key kid”, in the 90s, “play-date” and “time-out”. The naughties saw a slew of them: BPA-free, uber-boober, attachment parenting, free-range kids, sancti-mommy, inappropriate. Inappropriate is one of those words parents started using instead of bad. Because…