If you’re thinking that this post is about how I’m lamenting that I’m not skinny, that I don’t look like the women that I’m told to look like, let me tell you that you’re wrong.
This is about lamenting that I ever felt that I needed to look a certain way because something said so. This is what is wrong with how we treat young women today. We refuse to understand how impressionable a child is.
The Prodigal Feminist Returns from her sabbatical. I’m sorry for disappearing from this for so long – to find out why, check my other blog! But I’m back for 2014, Yay! What happens every January is Resolution Time. I used to jump at the chance to do a resolution – lose weight! Exercise more! Write…
So, yeah, I took a two week hiatus. Don’t worry, this will be a good post. The whole Rex Reed debacle (for those who are unaware, look here: http://www.themarysue.com/critic-reviews-melissa-mccarthy/ ) has had me thinking a lot about weight. When I was a kid, weight was an issue everywhere. I remember being complimented on losing weight…
The Straw Feminist 