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Sure, you could wear your heart on your sleeve ... but why not wear an awesome button on your chest, backpack, or pretty much anywhere else instead? On our search for fearless feminist buttons, we discovered we're actually budding button hoarders—but how could we not be when there are so many amazing options, all under $3. Let's do this: 1. Ask Me About My Feminist Agenda Available on Etsy 2. Rosie the Riveter Available on Etsy 3. Break Gender Rules Available on Etsy 4. Don't Tell Me to Smile   Available on Etsy 5. Read More
We know you’re busy kicking ass at whatever you do in the world, and we wouldn’t dare expect anything less from you. But all that ruling so hard can get in the way of some good ol’ internet reading, right? We got you, girl. Here are our top five stories from the week:1. Several brands are stepping up and embracing body diversity, both in their ad campaigns and in their products. We’re especially excited about these six. 2.  What can we say? Ladies just rock harder. These tribute bands are totally worth checking out. Read More
  “Don’t need a Hercules, Lancelot or Bond/Don’t treat me like some dumb blonde.” Damn straight. Cute, upbeat, and right to the point with lines like “I didn’t go to school to be a victim in dress”, Rebecca Juliet’s “Damsel in Distress” may be February’s new feminist track. Full video below—it's definitely worth a watch.  So dudes, take note: Nothing is less unsexy than telling us to sit back and look pretty while you fight ninjas. We GOT this. Read More
You say you want to express your love, but you don't want to fall into patriarchal, cheesey, bogus stereotypes? Well feast your eyes on these three Feminist Valentine's Day cards, created by BUST's own Mary Rockcastle. Read More
We’ve dug up a special throwback treat from our 1997 Spring/Summer issue: Tori Galore dishes with Blume about exploring feminism from married life in the Jersey ‘burbs during the budding second wave, childhood recall and more. Happy birthday Judy! We’re so glad you were born to write the tomes of our youth. ... Nervous? You bet. But different from meeting-a-dishy-actor-or-famous-rock-star nervous. Its more personal, slightly vulnerable—like the nervous I get when meeting some-guy-I-really-like's mother for the first time. Read More