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Why my feminism includes traditional gender roles

When you hear the word "feminist," you likely don't picture is me: a housewife who does all the cooking and housekeeping, who makes dinner from scratch, and a solid effort to look pretty for her husband everyday when he comes home from work. I'm "mom" to my two rescued mutts. I'm a published writer. I'm a wife. And my feminism includes my right to want to be the best wife and partner that I can possibly be to my husband. The keyword there being "partner."

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Fuck yeah, I'm getting older! My alternative anti-aging manifesto

The daily realities of aging have also terrified me — losing my physical strength and vitality, and also the effect the years will have on my appearance. As a woman in a society obsessed with youth and beauty it is hard to shake off the stigma of aging. As I approach my 33rd birthday I set about devising my own, alternative "anti-aging manifesto." I began to write it down, and found myself smiling, as my words were light hearted and empowering. I was focusing on all the things I want to embrace.

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Getting stoned with my vagina revolutionized my feelings about my own sexual body

Why a perfectly healthy, vibrant woman would be ashamed of her own perfectly healthy, vibrant vagina is a different subject all together. We will file that one under "Future bones to pick with the Patriarchy." A different story for a different day. We will just say that hiding and quieting my vagina has just sort of been a major part of my role as a female, and hiding tends to lead to shameful feelings. Am I Right?

But today was for me and my vagina. I applied my beaver balm, generously. It melted like butter and felt warm, with a nice tingle. I pulled my pants and undies back up and went about my business, tidying the house, made myself a cup of coffee. Usual stuff. Twenty minutes later, my vagina was stoned…