A collection of 177 posts
A UBI system would do far more than any other policy proposed by the current set of Democratic candidates to reduce the vulnerability of such women.
A birth away from hospital can be seen as a feminist act of resistance. But it’s not a form of resistance I want to join.
As global violence against women gained horrendous momentum, many Western feminists became increasingly afraid to criticize that violence lest they be condemned as colonialists and racists.
Dr Phyllis Chesler has never been afraid to be unpopular.
Many liberals—including feminists and lesbians—have been cowardly in calling out this noxious phenomenon, for fear of being called transphobes.
Men have been dying at higher rates than women over time, and the gap appears to be constant.
A 2016 study published in Social Psychological and Personality Science found that people are more willing to sacrifice men than women in a time of crisis and that they are more willing to inflict harm on men than on women.
Reading this collection is recommended—because, while feminists still generally keep Dworkin at arm’s length, the modern movement contains far more of her than they care to admit.
It’s rare for police to take any action against a woman who claims that she was sexually assaulted, even when there is evidence that she is lying.
Peterson could remain detached from the people who seek his help, but he is courageous enough to connect with their pain, and thereby render himself vulnerable in the public forum.
My feminine virtue, traditionally understood, allowed me to control men.
“What is a woman?” What should be an easy question for a movement organized around the rights of women, has instead become a real brain-buster.
The Aziz Ansari paradox hurts the feminist movement, and therefore also hurts vulnerable women and girls.
Women’s publications have tried to convince women they can be just like men, instead of celebrating femininity and what makes women wonderfully unique.
Started as a bit of a dare. We egged each other on to visit Rosse Buurt (the red-light district) late at night, after the adults had gone to bed and we’d smoked.