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Sunbeams

There had been an outbreak of assaults on women at night. One [cabinet] minister suggested a curfew: women should stay home after dark. I said, “But it’s the men who are attacking the women. If there’s to be a curfew, let the men stay home, not the women.”

Golda Meir, former prime minister of Israel

September 2020
The Sun Interview

We Will Be Seen

Tressie McMillan Cottom On Confronting Racism, Sexism, And Classism

We are more comfortable in our culture talking about the distant past. We love black history; it’s black people we don’t like.

By Mark Leviton February 2020
The Dog-Eared Page

excerpted from The Diary Of A Young Girl

One good thing has come out of this: as the food gets worse and the decrees more severe, the acts of sabotage against the authorities are increasing.

By Anne Frank June 2019
Readers Write

Equality

Bowing to men, kissing in public, crossing the border

By Our Readers April 2019
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

The Feminist Club

We experience two kinds of violence: the violence done to us by others, and the violence we do to ourselves. The latter hurts more, because it’s of our own making.

By Maggie Cheatham June 2018
Fiction

Kids Today

Just one time I had done something nice. Just one time I had left some forlorn teenage girls an offering of chocolate and words, and suddenly I was the local pedophile. I hadn’t left them Fifty Shades of Grey.

By Lucie Britsch May 2018
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Goodbye, Patriarchy!

It’s like the French Revolution. One by one, prominent men are wheeled out to the guillotine and dispatched. Of course, the present-day “deaths” are metaphorical. Garrison Keillor is still alive, just out of sight. But “Garrison Keillor,” the charming, folksy, self-deprecating Midwestern humorist, is dead.

By Sparrow March 2018
Essays, Memoirs, and True Stories

Knockers Up

We Edwards women are proud of our bodies. My mother has a lovely ass. My aunt has champion ankles. My cousin has long, thick hair worth climbing. And Mae Edwards, my eighty-seven-year-old grandmother, still has the world’s most magnificent breasts.

By Colleen Mayo July 2017