Day Without a Woman: To Strike or Not to Strike?
It’s here: March 8th, International Women’s Day and the Day Without a Woman General Strike. Fittingly, I’m on Day #1 of my period so I feel…
Pussyhats in the Street and Elephants in the Room at the Women’s March on Washington: 3 Notes from a Recovering White Feminist
Like many of us who marched on Washington DC yesterday, I’m still processing. This is probably because I’m tired (being a revolutionary is hard work!) and…
Is your Inventory of Good good enough? (Because mine sure isn’t…)
I thought I’d get skinned alive after Tuesday’s post about the death of Carrie Fisher, especially once Debbie Reynolds had the audacity (or perhaps good fortune?)…
When Celebrity Deaths are More Important than our own Darth Vader, America Needs the Force
Okay Facebook, let’s calm down for a moment and take stock: yes, Carrie Fisher died this week. As did George Michael, bringing the tally of this…
For all the Broken Hearted Americans: Maybe it was time to break?
When I was a senior in college I took a class in post-9/11 immigration policy. It was my first class in the political science department and…
Columbus Day and Election Day: Which is Worse?
It seems only fitting that one of our most fucked-up days as a nation (the second 2016 presidential debate) directly proceeded one of our other most…
Activism 101: When your post-DNC MacBook Pro meltdown isn’t really about accidentally supporting Apple
This past weekend, 5 Reasons your Feel the Bern Friend won’t Shut Up: What Happened to Sanders Delegates at the DNC went semi-viral. 11,000 views and…
Grandma, where were you the night Hillary Clinton got the nomination?
It’s common knowledge (or so I thought) that when you’re planning a bit of good ol’ fashioned political subterfuge, you’ve got to divvy up your resources.…
5 Reasons your Feel the Bern Friend Won’t Shut Up: What Happened to Sanders Delegates at the DNC
Today is my 31st birthday, so indulge me. Even if you’re sick of reading about the DNC, sick of hearing about Bernie Sanders and wondering why…
The Bernie Sanders Interpretive Dance
So far, I’ve painted a pretty grim picture of the Democratic National Convention. But the DNC wasn’t all doom and gloom. In fact, as frustrating, heart…
Day #5 of the DNC: AKA Rock Bottom
Let’s go about tying up some of these loose ends this morning, shall we? I’ve been blogging so sporadically over the past few months that it…
DNC Day #4: The Hat I Wore to My Grandfather’s Funeral
I was living in London when my grandfather died, only he didn’t die quite as quickly as you’d think for a man who’d had a heart…
Fieldwork in Stilettos 