My father, while trying to save money and not sound like a tightwad, did give me a marvelous piece of advice: Enjoy the day. Don’t get a gown you can’t walk in, can’t breathe in, and needs a bunch of attendants to hold the train and keep you from sweeping things off of tables. Don’t wear shoes that are painful or hard…

Since we all might need a slightly happier tale, here’s a great response teachers can have when alerted to this, via a PE coach I had in sixth grade. I switched schools halfway through the year to escape bullying, and on my first day at the new one I was trying not to make waves. During PE I was just kind of hanging…

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Yes! YES. I am proud and I don’t even know her.

I want a son, so I can teach him what consent REALLY means.

I think you should tell him. Sadly, the only way to make many people realize this is happening to countless women is to personalize it. As much as we hate the trope “What if it was your daughter, wife, sister or mother”, sometimes picturing that is all people respond to.

Even my friends who are cops who have been raped didn’t go to the cops. That fact speaks for itself.

Everyone knows rape is a myth. The vagina is a mythical beast that has numerous ways to shut things down/prevent pregnancy etc if the girl actually doesn’t want it. But she always does because she loves the attention. Mythbusters should really do an episode.

this is valid, but there's still a narrative that you seem interested in pretending isnt there.

So... he's single now?

I didn't say you believe everyone's pain is equal. The part about the hierarchy of pain in my comment is directed towards the poster above you who made the comparison about broken arms. We can agree to disagree whether your experience is relevant or not. You feel it is, I feel it is not. And a family memoir, to me,…

I'm pretty sure I agree with you. Unless I'm really misreading and misunderstanding something, that someone could have PTSD from working in a violent and threatening place isn't surprising or news. There may even be an appropriate way to write about this, but this really seems more like Eat, Cry, Psychosis: One…

"This horrbile, awful thing happened to this person, let me report to you what happened, BUT FIRST LETS TALK ABOUT HOW I FELT ABOUT IT"

I feel so heartbroken for these poor brown people. THIS IS GOING TO BE GREAT FOR MY FOLLOWER COUNT!

I'm going to start off by saying that I'm a weenie that probably wouldn't survive in any of these situations. So people that go willingly, be it under a journalistic capacity or a volunteer one like the Peace Corps, are deserving of respect. I can see why working in a traumatic environment would leave you a little…

Call me an unfeeling weasel, but this to me in the epitome of First World narcissism.

Are we supposed to feel sympathy for this woman?

http://www.essence.com/2011/07/09/edw… i really love Edwidge Danticat's article. i hope that mcclelland reads it and absorb the message.

THIS IS THE BEST THING. Can we nominate other women we'd like to see?* Can we vote on it? SERIOUSLY I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE YOU HILLARY.