All across social media can be found the image so familiar as to be blasé: the faceless spandex-clad individual, booty first, reminding without words, “Isn’t it about time you started squatting?”
Some of the headlines you may have missed, neatly summarized.
Lest you think I’m a total goody-goody (I am one, but only partially), I have tried smoking pot. Three times. Although it’s unclear if I’ve actually inhaled.
I'm not, by any means, a person for whom travel SHOULD be awesome.
My high school didn't allow dancing either, but we didn't blame Miley Cyrus.
Barnard College -- who, for the record, offers an “Activist-in-Residence” fellowship -- imposed a dress code on its RAs via a “Training Expectations” contract that they had to sign their first week back.
We’re getting more than a little tired of having us and our issues ignored unless they happen to dovetail with what you find important.
A story of learning and turtleneck sweaters.
The numbers of LGBTQ bookstores in the United States and Canada have plummeted over the last decade. Find the ones in your community and lend them your support before they disappear for good.
What was worse than being insulted was that I felt I needed the approval of others to legitimize my own happiness.
The hard truth is that the threat of sexual harassment is everywhere.
I didn’t even realize I was becoming an “abused woman” because I had too much self-loathing to consider myself a “real woman.”