Rummage

As strange as you might find it, your come-on of “are you a mind reader?…that’s lucky then” while staring at my ass is not getting me all hot’n’bothered. I know my work out leggings are awesome, but I wear them because they are super comfy, not for your pleasure. Also, when you stare at me unrelentingly from across the ellipticals, it seriously distracts me from my work out/netflix arrested development marathon. It’s not flattering, it’s not appreciated, and it’s not at all appropriate. Making a woman feel uncomfortable and unsafe is not okay anywhere, and gyms are places for personal peace, self-respect, and endorphins, not sexual harassment. 

“We’re creating new leaders, and they’re not going to look like how they always did - an older, white male. They’re gonna look like women, and they’re gonna look like people of color. And that is the true reflection of this country, and of this world.”

Rosario Dawson, Miss Representation (2011 Documentary)

Rehtaeh Parsons Was My Daughter

I had to write something about this. I don’t want her life to defined by a Google search about suicide or death or rape. I want it to be about the giving heart she had. Her smile. Her love of life and the beautiful way in which she lived it.

I just can’t with the world. 

Today I participated in University of St Andrews’ ‘Who Needs Feminism’ photoshoot. Check out their tumblr for loads more great reasons.

I wrote about the cuts to Planned Parenthood happening all across the nation, but particularly in Texas - cuts that are hurting millions of women and taking away their access to breast cancer and cervical screenings, among many other services, in a singular attempt to eradicate abortion.