Drink this snake oil, and you will be fixed/enlightened/saved. Take this workshop, and you will be feminine enough to catch an awakened man.
Our vaginas, you told us, are most certainly not for our own sexual enjoyment -- lest we be identified as whores and sluts, of course -- but should be ready and available and appropriately groomed at all times for the pleasure of Patriarchal domination. And we believed it, so much so that we ...
I recently found myself with a bit more time on my hands and a need for some cheering up, after being laid off from a job I really loved. One night, after I got bored with watching The Holiday over and over again, I gave Netflix's 'Grace and Frankie' a shot. It was like my TV gave me a big hug.
I mourn a world that sells vaginal deodorants and labioplasties, mandating us to buy products so we can finally wear white and no longer be ashamed by leaks and smells. Incessant messages urge us to pluck, shave, tighten, tuck, wax, perfume, and bleach, lest we offend.
Vaginas depicted in the art world don’t fare any better. What’s worse is that much of the disapproval comes from women. Go to any comments section, on any article covering vaginal art, and you’ll find a stream of women making statements such as "That’s disgusting!"
If you’ve chosen to have sex, then you’ve taken on a significant responsibility, and that comes with the obligation of honesty. At all costs. Know that. And if being honest puts you in danger, then tell someone, anyone who can help you. Stand beside you. Protect you from their reaction. But ...