Trumped-Up Trickle-Down Sexual Harassment

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tutdBy Erin Bagwell
Founder of Feminist Wednesday & Director of Dream, Girl

The last job I worked at before I started my own company was horrible. It was an aging company struggling to survive in a digital world. And it was sinking fast. We had two CEOs in the sixteen months I was there, and the toxic corporate culture that permeated throughout the office was both appalling and exhausting. Continue reading…

Clueless

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cluelessBy Olivia Land

I like to plan. When I lie in bed at night, I list my to-dos for the upcoming day the way other people count sheep. I keep obsessive track of every assignment, sports game, and appointment in my planner. I look forward to Sunday nights as “planning time,” when I take stock of the week ahead and envision how each day with go. My internal monologue this past week, for example, went something like this: “Get to school, go to class, email so-and-so, go to practice, finish paper…” and so on. Some people might feel bogged down by this hyper-organization, but for me it’s the opposite. Weirdly enough, the rigidity helps me feel liberated. Continue reading…

Feminist Wednesday Asked: How can men contribute meaningfully to feminism?

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fwaskedby Rich

I’m no expert. All I can do is share what I do. I’m the husband of one and the father of two, adventure motorcyclist, band(s) member, business owner, and a cross dresser. My role in feminism is that of student. There are some feminist heroes in my world whom I look to (especially their posts in social media) that help make me more aware of their triumphs and struggles in a nation dominated by people who look an awful lot like me. Continue reading…

Slaying the Minotaur

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ireneBy Irene Archos

Twenty five years ago I found myself on a secluded Cycladic island famous for a shrine to the Virgin Mary where many pilgrims would come crawling almost a quarter mile from the port on hands and knees to have their prayers heard.  A fresh young thing out of college and 20, I had landed a job as an English instructor by chance while sharing a taxi in Athens with the owner of the language school desperate to hire a native speaker to save his business and its reputation.  The teacher he had hired, a native Greek, wanted to sabotage any success the students had of passing their English exams as a ploy to drive his boss out of business and then open his own school.  I took the job not because I needed it; I had been teaching already as an adjunct for an American University in Athens.  I took the job to escape the Minotaur.  Continue reading…

A Feminist on Tinder

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tinderBy Diana Matthews

It was Saturday morning. I was swiping left, swiping right, swiping left. And left. And left.

Three very short weeks had passed since I’d packed up land moved to NYC and a big part of meeting new people in the city meant treading into the inevitable: Internet dating. Continue reading…

What My Mom’s Death Taught Me About The Divine Feminine

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shelbyBy Shelby Forsythia

Life, death, life. Death, life, death.

If you’ve ever read Clarissa Pinkola Estes’s book Women Who Run With the Wolves or Miranda Gray’s Red Moon, you know that the divine feminine experiences life in cycles. Unlike men who experience life linearly, women experience life in cycles. Birth, nurturing, withdrawing, death, rebirth. Over and over again like the rhythm of the moon. There are old stories of female legends going on long journeys, dancing with the devil, being taken by or retreating into darkness, and emerging wiser, stronger, and older, transformed by their travels. Sometimes they come back with gifts. Sometimes they come back with literal or figurative children. Sometimes they take second, third, and fourth journeys, going back because there is always more to learn. Continue reading…

Finding Vivian Maier: An Odd Documentary for an Odd Woman

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findingvivianmaierBy Diana Matthews

When filmmaker John Maloof purchased a box of negatives at an auction for just over $300, he was unaware of the rabbit hole he was slowly but surely falling into. He began examining the images contained in the tiny translucent boxes. Not knowing anything about the context of the photos, he posted them on a blog, seeking the wisdom of the Internet for any information about their origin. Black and white pictures of people – old, young, sad, happy, emotional, stoic. It wasn’t long before the site garnered international attention. Continue reading…

Don’t Thank Me for Sharing

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sharingBy Elysse Andrews

My name is Elysse Andrews and I am a rape victim and a rape survivor and yes, it’s possible to be both. I choose to speak out about being raped because discussion is the only way I know how to deal with scary things. If I don’t ever say them out loud, they live in my head and get bigger and bigger, until they consume me. Continue reading…

Having the Space to Dream Again

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dgupdate6By Diana Matthews

And then there were four.

With Komal back in NYC after taking the summer to recover from surgery, things have been very celebratory in our office. We’ve booked 15 screenings for September and our fierce co-founders are hitting the road to attend Dream, Girl events across the country. As the weather cools off and the aroma of pumpkin spice lattes fills the air, I feel a newfound energy. Continue reading…

A Man’s World

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mansworldBy Jacqui Brauman

In our world of political correctness and making sure that minority groups aren’t discriminated against, I almost feel sorry for the middle-aged white males in our society. Almost.

Whilst we are far more aware of minority groups, our culture has already been established for hundreds of years by the middle-aged white males of the world. How business works, how the law works, and even how we interact on a day-to-day basis was all established by middle-aged white males. Continue reading…