Hairy, Angry Feminist: Why I Put Down My Razor

As of October last year, I stopped shaving my armpits. Of course, I’d heard of other feminists doing it, and thought it was pretty damn awesome. Yet, I never mustered up the strength to throw out my disposable razors and go “au naturale.” Oddly enough, I hadn’t shaved my legs consistently for about a year…

The Pact

I have a confession: At the very young age of 23 I am burdened with the irrational fear that I am destined to a life of old maid solitude. Maybe I’ve watched one too many chick flicks and Disney princess animations in my lifetime. Maybe I’ve been burned by more guys than fingers and toes…

Growing Pains

During periods wherein I find myself alone with perhaps a book or merely lying on my bed watching Food Network’s “Chopped,” I become incredibly introspective about my past choices, experiences, my family, and life. At times I can think so much that I find tears running down my face as emotions sit on my chest…