The Trouble With: Disney
Lately, I’ve been rewatching some of the movies. I still love them. The Little Mermaid. Pocahontas. Aladdin. Cinderella.
Lately, I’ve been rewatching some of the movies. I still love them. The Little Mermaid. Pocahontas. Aladdin. Cinderella.
This is a rat’s nest of a topic. Yet I have some thoughts. I think cultural expectations surrounding body hair are really important.
I raged about the patriarchy this morning and thought, after, what a waste of my time and emotion.
Oh, it’s hard for me to even find a place to start. How about with the fact that, in the U.S., there are bi-gendered shoe categories.
A little over a year ago, I moved to a small town. I have felt ready, viscerally, deep in my intuitive being, to finally settle into a place
A cold Colorado winter is a time of breathing. Deep breaths while walking the dog or taking a hike on a snowy trail.
There are two things I truly, deeply believe in. I say “believe in,” though these two things are real.
A few weeks ago I had a conversation with my father about books. I was complaining about a book I was reading, Lisa Taddeo's Three Women.
I went to see the Marvel movie “Eternals” last week. I quite liked it. Didn’t think it deserved the overwhelming panning that it received.
Tell me. Why are both effeminate and emasculate used in this culture to insult men?
I’ve listened to a lot of folks talk wistfully about times they seem to think were better. You probably have, too.
Why, oh why, is machinery overwhelmingly considered by our culture to be a masculine thing?
I propose we separate these two words clearly out in order to understand ourselves better. I think we should change their definitions.
They are waxed boards you put under your feet in order to slide down a snowy hill. What could that possibly have to do with your sex organs?
I find booze to be one of the most bizarre items on the list of things people think they should relate to differently based on their gender.
Let’s be honest about something. If you have lost a friend over politics, it’s been someone’s choice — either yours or your friend’s.
This question has become especially grating, lately. Grating and bewildering. I’ve never loved this question, because I am not conventional.
Based on the available evidence, it seems that those who design clothing intended to be marketed to women think women live in doll houses.
Why not start this blog with a big fish? The first United States 2020 presidential election debate. Trump v. Biden.
Ah, “Roman Holiday,” the classic 1953 rom-com starring our beloved little miss Audrey Hepburn and our dear gentleman Gregory Peck.