To the grown man who harassed my friends on the Internet: I guess my main question is: Why? Don’t you have better things to do with your time? You had so many options. She called you out for your unfunny stand-up comedy routine and a joke you made trivializing sexual violence against women. The first and […]
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It was a brutally cold morning when I met with my friend Elizabeth Mueller for a cup of tea at the library. As we chatted, warming our hands around our tea cups, one thing was clear: Elizabeth’s passion for her work with PEARLS for Teen Girls, Inc. is not only her dream job but her calling. […]
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It ends here, in a parking lot with neon streetlights painting our skin, and her hands twisted in my jacket, and her breath ragged as her words curl and crush themselves into my ear. “You were my friend” is what she whispers, but the words are too heavy to be just that. They’re carrying everything […]
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When you chose Manic Panic Raven, a shade so dark you couldn’t find it at the bottom of your purse after you stole it from CVS, you convinced yourself that girls who paint their mouths the color of pavement often get them broken on it. And you believed it, left the tube unopened, only wore […]
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