As a Gender and Women’s Studies triple major, I am often a feminist killjoy in a sea of even more radical and angry…
It has taken me almost a year to write this. My love, my passion, my very identity has always been wrapped neatly…
I’ve never been one to refer to myself as a feminist. I’m not the biggest fan of labels. I feel as though…
I didn’t always identify as a feminist. Truthfully, my feminist “A-Ha!” moment might ring familiar to anyone who…
I remember the first time I was outed as a feminist. My friends Anna, Mary, and I were sitting in…
I’ve never called myself a feminist. At protests I strategically evade the chant “This is what a…
I’m the aggressive feminist friend.
“Feminist” was never a dirty word to me. My mother was a card carrying second-wave feminist, participating in many protests…
In my everyday life, where does feminism have its place? I realized that it doesn’t have a place necessarily, it just simply…