BY Gwen Berumen in Feminizzle on Jun 19, 2014 |
Earlier this year, the My Brother’s Keeper program, a national initiative with the goal of improving the lives of boys and young men of color (specifically Black and Latino youth) was established.
The initiative itself is somewhat flawed in that it is perpetuated by a rhetoric that supports white supremacy. While, yes, the fact that the first Black president is coming out with this type of program is eons beyond what we would expect a white president to do ... Read More
BY BUST Magazine in Music Stuff on Jun 17, 2014 |
Apart from her amazing performance in her band White Lung, it was Mish Way's unabashed admiration for Courtney Love that first endeared her to me. For all her faults, Courtney taught a generation of girls that women could be wild rock stars too. Sure, there were lots of female-fronted rock groups like Veruca Salt and Garbage around, but none were nearly as in-your-face, smart and unapologetic as Courtney. She always had an articulate and witty reply ... Read More
BY Gwen Berumen in Feminizzle on Jun 12, 2014 |
It is still of the upmost belief that in child custody battles, women have an advantage. In fact, it is a popular argument by many Men’s Rights Activists that men are “oppressed” because of this “fact.”
As usual, these MRAs have no warrants to their claims. Unfortunately, more than just MRAs buy into this particular belief. Many women also believe that child custody cases favor them – meaning they believe that women more often ... Read More
BY Gwen Berumen in Feminizzle on Jun 03, 2014 |
Growing up, I knew what it felt like to be brown. I knew that going over to my friend's house for dinner meant that my mom would think I was malnourished when I came back. I knew that I dreaded being out in the sun for too long because that meant I got darker, and God forbid I get darker. I knew that I would feel ashamed when my mom talked too loudly in Spanish, or I had to translate for her.
Being brown – for me – meant that as a kid, I constantly ... Read More
BY amanda in General on Jun 03, 2014 |
When I was five years old, I went to day camp and my best friend and I decided that one day, we were going to get married. I mean, who would ever want to marry a boy, thought my 5-year-old brain. They had cooties and picked their noses! No, I was going to have a pink wedding and we would both wear white dresses and princess crowns and live in a castle where no boys were allowed. That seemed like a perfectly sound arrangement to me, so I couldn’t ... Read More