I stopped getting cat called or hit on at around 27. It could be that I moved to a much nicer neighborhood or that I started getting rides home from work.
I stopped getting cat called or hit on at around 27. It could be that I moved to a much nicer neighborhood or that I started getting rides home from work.
My wedding had glitter dinosaurs on every table, horse head masks and mini cheeseburgers. You gotta do you.
I am very interested in finding an organization to work for that is helping to fight for and help women in these positions. Does anyone know where a good place to start is? I am currently working as an after school teacher and although I work in a very wealthy neighborhood with high pay for the occupation, I still see…
I cried after pumping at work today when I realized that was the only time I have to myself all week.
You would be so much prettier if you just smiled baby
High five fellow baby maker! Beans is three weeks yesterday!
I’m 38 weeks and terrified of losing the friends I have and making new ones. I've been feeling really down and out the closer I get to my due date. I have trouble remembering why I wanted to do this in the first place and I feel like I'm already losing my life and sense of self.
My husband works for a tech security company and they have unlimited PTO and vacation. He’s getting a full month. It’s amazing. His boss is totally on board with this, I couldn’t believe it. But then I realized women at least get the three months FML and as advanced as a month is, he’d still never be able to ask for…
I’m 36 weeks pregnant and fucking sick of articles like this. Yes, I get it. Having a baby and becoming a mom is going to make me an insufferable, boring idiot. Thank you. Wonderful. Because I’m not already terrified and wondering if having a baby is going to destroy my life and the person I’ve worked hard to become.…
I am eight months pregnant and I hate getting asked what I’m having. It’s such a personal question to ask a stranger imo.
I’m five and a half months pregnant and know I’m having a boy. Believe me that fighting microbullshit and patriarchal attitudes is still very much on my mind.
I’m visiting Paris for the first time this holiday vacation. I grew up in Nyc, so I always imagined Paris was very similar to it. A very cool city where regular people also live.
I am an after school teacher and I get this shit all the time. “So, when are you going to get a real teaching job?” Bitch, my job is tough. YOU, try to wrangle 30 cranky ass third graders after they’ve been at school all day. YOU, come up with interesting and engaging projects and games for them to play. YOU, manage…
My husband and I made up a new surname for ourselves. He hated his hyphenated last name and I didn’t want to be my last name anymore either. His dad was a little cranky about it at first, but he has a younger brother to pass on the annoying hyphen.
I work in child care and so many boys have tried to point out to me that I like “boy stuff.” I reply, “if it’s a boy thing than how come I know so much more about it than you?” Now I’m the go to for comic book and Star Wats questions and fact checking.
This happened last weekend actually.
I am really insecure about my looks and was kind of terrified about my wedding day because so many people would be focused on me. I spent too much money on two different hair and makeup trials and ended up in tears after one of them. My bridesmaids were really unhelpful and refused to come to either trial with me even…
After I graduated from college the only job I could get was part time at a shitty little jewelry store across the street from Harvard University. We would get boat loads of tourists from Chinese bus groups to education tours. A group of older woman came in one day boasting that they were an educational group of some…
I work at an after school program. Once I was having a terrible day and I didn’t feel like putting my “natural” face on. So many children, especially the boys, commented on my face that day. The lack of makeup (powder, mascara and eyeliner) totally freaked them out and I felt that a few of them actually recoiled at my…
The one and only dance I ever attended was in 7th grade. I was the outcasts outcast at a small private k-12 school in NYC. Even the biggest nerds in my class made fun of me. But I was determined to look hot and show up and dance with my crush who also took perverse pleasure in mocking me. My mom took me shopping and…