Is it just me? Is it either one extreme or the other here?
Either men really don’t get it, or they really do?
Tag Archives: women
The Hidden Meanings in Kids’ Movies
Watch this.
“A real man is someone who trusts his sisters. Respects them. Wants to be on their team. And who stands up against the real bad guys.”
Comic: I’m a Sexual Assault Survivor
This.
And it’s appropriate for several of you as well.
It’s a funny thing
One of my dearest friends and I struggle with the same thing.
But for different reasons.
How to get into my pants
Crazy things start happening once you’re single after nearly 20 years in a relationship.
The news broke of my and my ex’s official separation (like how I made that sound all important and stuff?) and, suddenly, men are tripping over themselves to, um, well, get into my pants.
Only our boys can stop rape
For years and years, we’ve been telling girls and women to make sure they don’t get raped.
Pretty
When M was just a few weeks old, a strawberry birthmark made itself visible on her right cheek near her eye. My only concern about the birthmark was that, under the skin, they can occasionally interfere with the eye. I took M to the doctor, asked the necessary questions, learned that there was nothing to be concerned about and we went on our way.
Degrees of rape
That’s right.
Some rapes are not as bad as others. Some rapes are less traumatizing than others, or should I say more acceptable than others, given that the people who write this kind of garbage are making excuses for rapists.
I Am Jane Doe
I was fourteen years old the night my friend G took me to my first kegger. We told my mom we were going to “a little get together.” I remember almost nothing about the evening—flashes, mostly. I remember absolutely nothing about being raped that night.
I might never have known about it, except that N--a woman I’d met the night before--mentioned it casually the next morning when I woke in a strange house with what might have been my first hangover.
Sadly, I'm not the only blogger telling her story or giving others a platform to tell their stories. (Sadly? That's right. Because we shouldn't have these stories at all, never mind so many of them.)
