A situation in June in which a woman sent unsolicited penis pictures she had received to the sender’s mother, and an ongoing debate in Britain about what, if any, depictions of sex should be banned have raised interesting questions about the limits of privacy and consent.
Without a smartphone and social media, the New York City mayoral candidate might well be riding the subway wearing nothing but a trench coat.
Miriam Zoll’s horrifying personal story about using a host of assisted reproductive technologies, including in vitro fertilization and egg donation, in an effort to have a child is part memoir and part exposé of an unscrupulous, high-profit industry. It’s a compelling read.
The mind of the legendary “dean” of the White House press corps was never much of a mystery. The woman said what she thought—even when you might wish she wouldn’t.
Ensler’s letter to Martin was not the right place to push an agenda about a campaign to end violence against women, especially without first acknowledging the fear many people are taught to feel about men of color—a fear that is just as present in the women’s movement as it is in each of the United States of America.
While online declarations of love from teens can be cute, sappy, and oddly entertaining—though sometimes veering into lewd harassment—I do wonder why young adults must hide behind anonymous forums to tell each other how they feel.
Antiquated ideas about women’s sexuality are extremely damaging. But it is even more damaging to act as if sexual assault and rape are the price women pay for independence and sexual freedom.
Sadly, most teen pregnancy campaigns aren’t focused on teen pregnancy prevention; they’re teen parenting prevention campaigns.
Late Friday night, the Texas senate voted to approve an omnibus anti-abortion bill as thousands of furious Texans, dressed in orange, packed the state capitol rotunda and took to the streets to march for reproductive rights.
Exactly the sort of person who would say “Just have the baby” read my essay about the end of my pregnancy and my son’s first month of life, and her interpretation of my point was “pregnancy makes you fat.”