In Japan, it’s slippers. In India, it’s sacred. In America, it’s somehow controversial. Why do we keep dragging Costco floors and bathroom germs across our living rooms? Let me set the scene. I politely ask my friend to take off her shoes at the door. There’s a pause....
A few weeks ago, I wrote about why feminism doesn’t retire when we hit midlife. But manifestos are just words. From leather and napkins to pizza and sidewalks—this is your tactical guide to everyday rebellion. Because fighting sexism doesn’t always require a...
From Steve Jobs to Barack Obama, we're flipping the script on changemakers—and the results are ... well, predictable. Imagine a world where some of the most famous men in history were women. Sounds great, right? Of course, until you realize that if they were women,...
I was searching for a lasagna recipe. Two hours later, I was invested in a stranger’s wedding shrimp trauma. I’m a middle-aged woman with a Target Circle membership and a 9 p.m. bedtime. How did I end up emotionally invested in a fight about mushrooms? It started...
Reclaiming our choices one wax, snip, or trim at a time Middle age is a time when you start asking philosophical questions like: Have I accomplished what I wanted to do in my life? What legacy am I leaving my cats? And most importantly: What the hell’s going on with...
Because the patriarchy doesn’t retire—and neither do we. If feminism is a superpower, my origin story started with a toilet. I had just bought my first house. When getting some work done in my bathroom, the plumber asked me if he should call later and explain the...
Rewrite your final farewell, reclaim the narrative, and throw one hell of an after party. Newsflash: You’re going to die. And unlike running into your annoying neighbor at the grocery store, you can’t duck behind a display of Triscuits to avoid it. So how do you want...
From MLMs to Menopause, the Disney Princesses are Back—and Way More Relatable At this point in my life, I don't want the Disney princess dream of a tiara and fairytale romance. I want the version where I sleep for eight uninterrupted hours and a woodland creature...
A woman, her house, and the items that finally have something to say. Yelp claims to connect people with businesses through honest reviews. But real talk? Half of them sound like they were written by someone in a paper tiara, pajama pants, and Crocs, vlogging from...
At first glance it appears to be innocent enough, just a group of seniors gathered and tucked under rec room tables. But peel back the layers of blankets, ointment, and liver spots, and you’ll find they’re waging a silent war with the emotional arc of a Scorsese...