The sacred rites of menstrual cup disposal, post-hysterectomy

My uterus and I had a complicated relationship, and a rather messy break up. About a week after my hysterectomy, I came across my menstrual cup and it hit me — I no longer need it post-hysterectomy. I'll never need it ever again.

I think I need a ritual, a rite of passage, some symbolic way to move on from where I was to where I am. Disposing of my menstrual cup feels like an opportunity for just that. Anyone have any suggestions, ideas, thoughts on the matter?


Let's be careful fat shaming public figures (yes, even Trump)

We definitely want our leaders to be physically and mentally able to take on the huge burdens of leading. But if you're at all familiar with the Fat Acceptance Movement, you'll know that being concerned about the weight of others can lead to discrimination, bias, and detrimental health and mental health effects. So when I heard the term "girther" as a play on words for "birther" regarding Donald Trump's presumed (by some) falsified weight in this last physical exam, I bristled…


How the Aziz Ansari accusation highlights differences in consent among the generations

I've been a fan of Aziz Ansari for years. So when I saw his name pop up in the headlines attached to a sexual encounter, my heart dropped. The issue wasn't whether she was believed or "right" for me, it was how responses in the media seemed very much divided by age. And where we go from here when it's not a cut and dry issue of power structures, but rather how consent is dealt with between all of us. Here's how I'm seeing responses in the different generations…


#MeToo pissed me off until I looked inside to see why

When I checked Facebook, nearly every status said or referred to #MeToo. I felt annoyed at the whiplash of public consciousness, that we were constantly ping-ponged from tragedy to tragedy. I assumed it would die out within a few days when something else came up for everyone to angst about online. Obviously, I was wrong. Instead of dying out, #MeToo has grown and started a cultural shift so grand and overdue and amazing that it still feels too good to be true. Women are rising and abusive men are falling. Still, instead of celebrating, I felt disgust. I had to finally sit down and journal about this to try to figure out why. As I wrote, I peeled back the layers of my reaction.