Sarah Seltzer is freelance writer based in New York City. Her work has been published in The Washington Post, Ms. Magazine, Bitch Magazine and on the websites of The New York Times, The Nation, The Christian Science Monitor, The Wall Street Journal and Jezebel. She once taught English in a Bronx public school, and has an MFA in writing from Vermont College of Fine Arts.
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It’s the season of sperm-donor comedies, yet no matter how the families begin, in these films they always end the same way.
Critics have pointed to two seemingly-valid points about the book and movie, Eat, Pray, Love. The first is that the story is a self-indulgent tale of privilege, the second that no one would complain if such a tale were written by a man.
The subject of whether, and how, to marry is never done being debated in feminist circles, so I thought I’d share my own wedding adventure and explain why and how as a pot-stirring feminist, I made the choice to tie the knot.
For those of us on the blue side of the divide, theoretically if not geographically, the Palin family saga reminds us that we’re not just fighting an abortion war, but we’re up against an entire way of life built on a deep foundation of contradiction.
Beneath the Blue-state, sexually open-minded veneer of The Kids Are All Right lies a rather solid traditional-values core, striking a blow for family integrity, regardless of exactly who’s in the family.
Recent reactions to Miley Cyrus’s evolving persona stem from a media climate that doesn’t know whether to treat teenagers like smaller replicas of grown women to be monitored for dangerous sexuality, or sensitive virgins who need protection.
TV’s massive hit about teen sexcapades, “The Secret Life of the American Teenager,” premiered last week with a new potential abortion plotline hanging in the balance, and a huge audience to watch it unfold.
This spring brought us a host of female-centric movies, but none hit the sweet spot of genuine artistry and popular subject matter.
Anti-choicers rely on two truisms–everyone loves babies but not everyone loves women–to erase public understanding of the intimate connection between reproductive freedom for women and the well-being of wanted children.
The 50th anniversary of the birth control pill has brought a lot of complaining about its lack of perfection. Still, for many women, it remains utterly liberating and effectively keeps its satisfied users from the whole “biology is destiny” thing.
