Tag Archives: Women
Speaking Out
Girls are brave. Some men know this. I think many do not, because they cannot share the same reality. Most try. Girls are brave. We know from such an early age – before kindergarten probably – that in general: Boys are bigger. Boys are stronger. And a few – just a few, but an important …
All Girls Are Welcome Here
In honor of International Women’s Day, here’s my 2015 salute to all girls – in all the wondrous forms we take. ALL GIRLS ARE WELCOME HERE Did you know that Amelia Earhart designed her own clothes? I can’t tell you how much I am cheered by this fact. Recently I had a conversation with an …
All Girls Are Welcome Here
Did you know that Amelia Earhart designed her own clothes? I can’t tell you how much I am cheered by this fact. Recently I had a conversation with an eight-year-old. This girl is nothing like me. I was a girly-girl from the get-go. I loved baby dolls and crinolines and patent leather shoes, and dresses …
Practice, Practice, Practice
You know the old joke – The tourist asks the New Yorker: “How do you get to Carnegie Hall?” “Practice, Practice, Practice.” Well, I’ve been practicing all right. This is my 200th blog. I started fourteen months ago with a two-paragraph post about bathing suits, and I’ve been writing about bathing suits and other weirdnesses …
We Can Walk To The Curb From Here.
(I promised I would write at least one essay on something that men do better than women. Here it is.) In “Annie Hall”, when Alvy Singer first meets Annie, she gives him a ride home. It’s a harrowing ride, and when she finally stops in front of his place, he opens the car door and …
Boy Stuff and Girl Stuff
Men and women both have lots of shit. But the shit we collect is very different. I have too many: Clothes (especially sweaters) Shoes – none of which are comfortable Makeup products, but I’m still searching for the right stuff Books Opinions All of these things are crucial, as I am sure you would agree, …
“Where’s my hat?” asked Waldo.
(Installment #2 for Heteronormative Week) While your kids are looking for Waldo, Waldo doesn’t seem to know how to look. Men can’t seem to find anything. They will holler (from another room, from another floor, and sometimes, by phone, from another state): “Where is: – the mail?” – the peanut butter?” – my watch?” – …
Hetero-normative Week: Fire
About six weeks ago, I posted an essay, “The Conspiracy” – a theory that men pass down from father to son the key to getting out of housework. Basically, just screw it up so bad that your wife will never ask you again. It was a relatively popular post, and I got quite a few appreciative …
Glowing
Over the past several weeks, I have written and discarded several posts about hot flashes. Like lots of women, I’ve got the hots, but it seems that everything I could say about these ‘special’ experiences has already been said. They’re annoying. They’re uncomfortable. They’re funny. They’re embarrassing. Yada yada yada. On the whole, I don’t …
Size Creep
Two years ago I lost 12 lbs. The incentive was my 40th high school reunion. I was really skinny in high school, and although I will never be skinny again, I wanted to look young. Specifically, I wanted to looked younger than a few select classmates. Preferably, younger than all my classmates. I wasn’t exactly …
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