Katharine Graham was the first female CEO of a Fortune 500 Company in 1972, just 41 years ago. Her position at the Washington Post was originally passed down from her father to her husband. However, when her husband died, she took the reigns of the company. Although the position was part of her family’s legacy her strength and perseverance made huge political waves.
There is nothing like a weekend immersed in the highly competitive, life-or-death-ring that is cornhole to shed some light on challenges of professional sports. And no one knows that competition better than our bad ass bitch of the week, Sarah Thomas.
I can’t stop mind-applauding Sonya Renee, the founder of The Body is Not an Apology, which is an organization that promotes “radical self love and body empowerment.” They believe that “each time you unapologetically own your beauty, love your scars, heal your shame; you in turn give us permission to do the same.”
Introducing Bettys on Your Block, a Feminist Wednesday exclusive that spotlights our neighbors and friends. They tell us what females in their life they admire, what makes them a bad ass bitch, and much more. Want to be featured in this exclusive?
Who You Admire Now
Elissa – Amy Heckerling because she’s a female director who was making kick ass movies in the early eighties when women couldn’t break into the business; it could be so much better today but at least we have Amy and others, these pioneers who have paved our paths.
Rachel – Eleanor Roosevelt. She was a writer, humanitarian, positive public figure, outspoken, mother, social activist, and had great nicknames like ”public energy number one” and my favorite, “Eleanor Everywhere.”
Mandi – Courtney Love- She’s not afraid to speak her mind, she can take the heat, and she is hilarious.
When I am the gorgeous old age of 96 I want to be swigging obscene amounts of lemonade infused vodka, wearing tie-dyed overalls, and screaming at my 15 grand-babies from an enormous wrap around porch. However, our Bad Ass Bitch of the Week doesn’t have time for that!
In New York City 4.3 million people ride the rails everyday. During rush hour it can feel like billions. Everyone is tired from work and would rather be somewhere else. No one takes the train for a joyride, it’s your vessel from point A to point B. In the throngs of all these commuters there are certain rules of respect that are unspoken: you move out of the way of the doors at stops, you don’t stare, you offer your seat to children, and you generally try not to make anyone feel uncomfortable while you are sharing such close quarters. However, on my way home from the train today, a single mother was hit in the face.