BY Lex Ellenthal in Feminizzle on Jul 11, 2014 |
My mother has been calling my father a feminist for a while now. I’ve been calling him subconsciously misogynistic for even longer. He makes jokes at the expense of women, tends to make unsolicited comments on women’s bodies, and has different expectations for his sons than he does for his daughters. Despite growing up with a very independent woman for a mother, having been married to my mother (who is a diehard feminist) for 20 years, and having ... Read More
BY Amy Carlberg in General on May 10, 2014 |
Might be a nice surprise--it probably doesn't happen to her much anymore. Sure, sure, there's no way you left it to the last minute. You're not one of those kids. You definitely already got a card for Mother's Day.
Not. We've all been there: scrambling to make a sucky Mother's Day card at the last second, scribbling furiously as you hear mimosa glasses clinking in the next room. I usually end up with some bubble letters on the outside, something like, "YOU ... Read More
BY Emma Pacchiana in Feminizzle on Dec 09, 2013 |
The premise of the New York Times’s recent piece on the stay-at-home husbands of female Wall Street execs was a must-click the minute I heard about it: the so-called “house husband” is one of my favorite answers to the nebulous question of how to Have It All. The article focuses on a growing class of families in wealthy suburban areas that are putting aside the traditional nuclear family structure for a more progressive and profitable ... Read More
This sounds like something from an episode of The Twilight Zone to me, but ABC News recently reported that schools all over the country (in nineteen states!) have added an annual weigh-in to their programs. Children will be weighed at school, and their BMIs will be measured. They will then be asked to take a letter home to their parents with the results.
This new trend is meant to help prevent childhood obesity, but obviously a simple ... Read More
BY BUST Magazine in General on Jan 17, 2013 |
My father called to tell me he was planning to move into a retirement community. Friends told me I was lucky that he’d come to the decision voluntarily, and as the only child of a single, octogenarian dad who lives 700 miles away, I agreed. It would have been looking a gift horse in the mouth to complain about his timing, his announcement coming just as I was starting a contractual obligation that would prevent me from participating in any significant way ... Read More