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A lot of people have beef with Elizabeth Wurtzel, and so do I. I'll admit there was a part of my late teens where I related to the melodramatic, self-indulgent musings in her acclaimed memoir Prozac Nation. Now, having grown out of that seemingly hopeless phase of my life and gained just a little perspective, I find it hard to sympathize with the overwhelming narcissism that appears to have followed Wurtzel into adulthood. Read More
Taylor Swift saw you talking to her boyfriend last night, and she just thinks that was really uncool of you. And if you ever want to land a member of One Direction, you’re gonna have to stop wearing such short skirts. Also, if you’re a cheerleader you’re automatically a whore (in case you were wondering).  Professional pissed off ex-girlfriend Taylor Swift already incited feminist ire last October, when she failed to identify herself as a feminist in a Daily Beast interview. Read More
The big day has arrived, and I think this year we need it more than ever. In light of the recent anti-woman three ring circus that is our political system, it's important that we celebrate all the wonderful things about being female (in all its glorious shapes and forms.) Check out this hilarious statement on slut-shaming through the art of .gifs over at Ann Friedman's blog. Gifs are my absolute favorite way to express myself on the Internet. Read More
At this point, dealing with the shit that spews from Rush Limbaugh’s mouth becomes physically exhausting. I don’t know how he manages to keep topping himself, but he’s done it again – this time in the form of a horribly misogynistic (and just plain creepy) radio rant against Georgetown Law School student Sandra Fluke.  Fluke testified during an unofficial hearing headed by Nancy Pelosi, giving a personal account about the health problems caused due to inaccessibility to contraception. Read More
  When Brittany Molina, a student at Brigham Young University, was standing around campus on Valentine's Day in a not-even-remotely-revealing floral dress, cardigan, opaque tights, and boots, a random male student handed her a note. She thought it would be something innocuous--you know, like a freakin' Valentine--but she opened it up to find an admonishment of her outfit. Somebody's peepee must have been tingling too much at her exposed, uh, neck. And...fingers. Read More