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Reading Women Writers
Like many other college freshmen across the country, I enrolled in a prerequisite, required English class for my first semester of school. Unlike most other college freshmen, though, I wasn't stuck re...
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What Does Jewish Look Like To You?
Procrastinating is always loads of fun, and thanks to the Internet, it’s really easy to do. One such time that I was putting off doing something important, I noticed this picture (embedded in this pos...
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September 22, 2011 | Emaan M |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
Shame
Jane had pretty poetry
And hands the size of shoes
And swirling inky look-at-me tattoos
On the trophy shelves of her skin
And Jane never thought twice about you
And nor did she digress;
Don’t help me ...
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July 14, 2011 | Nicole T |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
The Dishwasher's Daydream
The sink-washed dishes clap thunderously as you dry them
against one another, as if attempting to ignite a fire between
two friendly sticks. The result: a broken dish
or another proclamation that “...
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The Girl Doesn't Like to Compromise
the girl doesn’t like to compromise.
she likes to sip mauy tais while staring at guys and watching movies waddle across the television screen. the girl likes to tell the truth but is more comfortable...
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June 30, 2011 | Talia |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
He Promised Her A Rose Garden
It was 1976.
Peak of the women’s lib movement.
New York, New York.
Peak of the peak.
She was going for a PhD in psych.
She could, thanks to Betty Friedan.
“After you finish your PhD,” he told he...
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Feeling Beautiful
I can shoot lightning bolts from my fingertips
Poetry spouts like jewel-encrusted bullets
From my chapped lips
Soul shining like a beacon
Behind my eyes
Creating tiny worlds
With each sleepy sig...
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June 16, 2011 | Tesneem A |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
Sick
I'm sick and tired of you,
And I'm sick of the things you do,
I'm sick of the things you say,
And how you insist you have your own way,
For how can I forgive someone who can't respect me and the c...
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My Anthem
I won't follow your conventions; I'll lead my own way,
And I will refuse to listen to those that say nay,
I'll speak my mind and do whatever I like,
Whether you think I am wrong or right,
For who ...
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No Body Is Perfect
Colour me flawless, colour me pretty,
Isn't it enough that I'm smart, caring and witty?
I have my scars and I have my scratches,
I even have my fair share of bulges,
I wish that the skeletons woul...
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May 12, 2011 | JessicaMc |
Arts and culture,
Feminism,
Gender-based violence,
Violence against women
Torture
Vaginas and clitorises and lips,
cut to pieces, ripped open,
stitched up, closed up,
torn apart like dispensable junk.
Hanging bits of flesh
falling to the ground
and blood-soaked thighs trembli...
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May 05, 2011 | Shvaugn |
Arts and culture
Red Sunflower Desire
I can remember
the first time I split
this earth open,
locked within the blooming
garden of sunflowers that
formed the upstairs bathroom.
I told you first
almost begging, asking about
how I sh...
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April 14, 2011 | Nurdiyansah |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
The Little Girl Dance
The little girl is dancing terribly wild
She clinks, how her body moves
Only herself
While she’s surrounded by boys
Whirling like a lily
Turning around over and over
Until loose from the rotatio...
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My Body Is
My body is not an object.
It is not another’s to sculpt or scrutinize.
It is not the canvas on which you paint your expectations and standards.
It is not your playground.
My body is not your proje...
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Saturday Vids: "This Is For You"
These three young men were National Youth Poetry Slam finalists. Their willingness to stand up for women is inspiring.
...
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Roar
It began as a whisper, of one woman leaning into the ear of another, "Do you feel it?" she asked.
Then whispered to another, "Do you feel it?" and it began to spread, this whisper, from one woman to ...
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February 20, 2011 | Jenae S |
Body image and body standards,
Education,
Feminism,
Health,
LGBTQIA,
Misogyny
More Than A Vagina: A Critique of the Vagina Monologues
For anyone who doesn't know, The Vagina Monologues is an episodic play written by Eve Ensler. Each monologue deals with an issue relating to the vagina. Topics cover everything from love and masturb...
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Saturday Vids: Katie Makkai "Pretty"
I came across this video while researching performance poetry for a competition I'm involved in at school, and I was floored by how truthful and beautifully written and performed it is.
...
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Saturday Vids: Eve Ensler - I Love Being A Girl
Read more...
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She Will (Not) Be Loved
I walk down the hall, books held so tightly against my chest that my knuckles are white. I don’t know three-quarters of the people I pass but I feel they’re all looking me, that they can just see what...
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Hey, You! Go Make a Zine!
Are you interested in writing, creating, drawing, and DIY ("do it yourself") ethics? Then you, my friend, should write a zine. A zine is a self published mini-magazine that can be about anything you w...
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December 09, 2010 | Elise F |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
Phantasm
what do i dream of, while i'm lying alone in my bed,
swallowed by the darkness,
comforted only by the branches whispering into my window
i can't fall asleep.
i see the faces, of all the girls
who hav...
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December 02, 2010 | Lindsay T |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
All You Wanted
I cannot be what you want.
It is this thought that wakes me, that draws me from a fitful sleep in sweat-dampened sheets, that pulls me down the hall. My eyes are closed still, shut tightly against wh...
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November 23, 2010 | Emily B |
Arts and culture,
Feminism
Excerpt from a Fairytale
Girls should have exoskeletons, he told her.
Their ribs could be can openers.
My parents never touched each other enough, she said.
He traced her stomach like a coloring book, stopping
And starting...
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Faster Tonight
Girls always believe in
things told in whispers. And the
circuits connecting tangential fields of
stars and fingertips holed
in alphabets slip across rained in minds in a circumcision
of pleasure...