I shouldn’t have to say this. Like, I really shouldn’t have to say this.
But apparently people don’t know.
wading through the bullshit a hundred-ish words at a time
I shouldn’t have to say this. Like, I really shouldn’t have to say this.
But apparently people don’t know.
Go ahead, roll your eyes. But your body is incredible—just not for the reasons you think.
You need a fucking vacation. This isn’t some Fight the power! session; this is the truth.
I first heard the mantra during freshman year. My pre-college self would have been all Fuck that shit, but my then-college self was on the losing side of depression and self-harm, and she was ready for answers.
Maybe it’s the remnants of my bossy childhood, or perhaps it’s because commitment scares the shit out of me, but I’m picky as fuck.
I refuse to accept that growing up means dissatisfaction. So, I wrote my own 10 Signs of Becoming because, spoiler alert, you and I are always becoming.
Some of you may have read the recent I Am A Female And I Am So Over Feminists that’s circling around social media. I caved and read it. And, while there are a million-and-a-half responses I want to say—like Feminism fucking gave you the freedom to post your own article and not need to use a male pseudonym—I will refrain.
It’s been a hell of a year. Pardon me while I lay it all out to dry.
“I want every little girl who’s told she’s bossy to be told instead that she has leadership skills.”
Please. Do not tell your bossy daughter that.
It’s November 2015 and I already have three weddings scheduled next year. And I was in two this year. And I went to three last year.
In between bridesmaid dress shopping and the electric slide, I have to fight that destructive voice in my head asking, “Why aren’t you good enough to be getting married?”