feminism

Between Superbowl commercials, the Halftime show, and the Grammy Awards, I heard so many songs, new and old, in the past few weeks that have found their way onto my…

When I casually mentioned to my roommates that I thought I was going to dye my hair this weekend, they didn’t think much of it. I’ve always been one to…

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of Burt’s Bees for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine. Everyone knows I’m a sucker for a bold lip. I’m…

When I sat down in my 8am biology lab during my junior year of college and rolled my eyes at the over-zealous front row-sitter, I didn’t know much about love.…

When I was in high school, I didn’t know the concept of feminism existed. I likewise had no idea that feminist was an identity I could possess, or that I…

Throughout the literature review for my independent study this semester, I’ve had a similar pattern of work and thought. I’d read the text I had selected for the given week…

In the recent year, as I’ve reflected on my experiences with owning and authoring a blog, I’ve frequently cited some of the major reasons I chose to launch Space, Place…

Some Tuesday word vomit because I’m frustrated. You’re welcome. It’s no secret that I should own property on the fence line between those who are a part of the collegiate…

What an explosion of conversation this week has brought. My social media feeds have been flooded with discourse that throws around the word feminism, various hashtags, and quotes from the…

Since adding my second major in Gender and Women’s Studies and delving deep into the history of women’s movements and organizing in the United States and transnationally, I’ve come to…