What the actual fuck?
Sorry seems to be the hardest word. But you don’t have to mean it.
Give us a smile, love. Why can’t women exercise outdoors without being harassed?
Why you can be a feminist and still wear make-up.
Actions, not words.
Here’s a thing on women and motoring which I originally wrote for The Flick (now sadly defunct). The Flick was a lady blog for women who don’t do lady blogs and had some great stuff on it.
Why can’t women just deal with the bantz?
This article on Getty Images’ pictures of Olympic beach volleyball in the New York Metro caught my eye. It sums up pretty well the disparity between photography of women’s sporting events and men’s. The media has been filled with pictures of bikini-clad backsides and leotard-covered crotches between akimbo’d legs. Is it meant to be titillating? […]
Let’s raise our voices and tell the world that rape is never, ever OK. Not if she was wearing a miniskirt. Not if she was naked. Not if she was your wife, girlfriend or friend. Not if she was a prostitute. Not if she was drunk. Not if you thought she wanted to.