Tag Archives: women’s magazines
Melissa Rauch on pregnancy and miscarriage, via ‘Glamour’
Via Glamour: Actress Melissa Rauch Announces Her Pregnancy and Reflects on the Heartache of Miscarriage.
“‘Miscarriage’ by the way, deserves to be ranked as one of the worst, most blame-inducing medical terms ever. To me, it immediately conjures up an implication that it was the woman’s fault, like she somehow ‘mishandled the carrying of this baby.’ F that so hard, right in its patriarchal nut-sack.”
In this issue: 10 new and exciting ways to feel bad about yourself!
C’mon, Cosmo! Dare greatly!
Smug is back with a brand-new invention.
So…hi. This is awkward.
I shut this page down when I was laid off in September. (“I am not getting laid; therefore, I am getting laid off.” —Carrie Bradshaw.) I had more pressing priorities, like finding a job and wallowing in my personal failures.
But then… I’m not a HUGE believer in “signs from the universe,” but we do seem to be shushing female senators, and I do seem to be getting fatter, and Valentine’s Day does seem to be tomorrow, and women’s magazines do seem to be alternating cutting-edge journalism/hilar-balls sex headlines, and the President of the United States does seem to be tweeting about easy D, and y’all KNOW I can’t keep my mouth shut around some easy D, so…OK! CHRIST!
Oh, no, “O”…
Based on my limited experience, it’s not usually his heart that’s cheating, is it, O Magazine?
I’ve never had a cheating man ask me to stroke his heart. They don’t text at 3 a.m. looking for deep, penetrating…heart-to-heart conversation.
But I guess “his cheating dick” was kinda inappropes for the supermarket checkout.
(Again, limited experience. My heart has cheated, I’m sure others’ have, too.)
Happy birthday, Mr. Feminist…
There’s a point during mutual attraction at which my body takes over and tells my “proper lady” brain to shut the fuck up and enjoy. The people on the receiving end of that shift seem to enjoy it, but I’ve definitely felt disgusting and apologized for it once my brain came back. I have no idea where this comes from. It’s improved, but I sometimes still find myself sinking into a rabbit hole of self-slut-shaming for some of the choices I’ve made.
And this is also getting better but I still do tons of things I don’t want to do because I don’t want to be rude, or hurt anyone’s feelings by saying “no.”
So… this. All of this: “We need to keep changing the attitude that raises our girls to be demure and our boys to be assertive… We need to keep changing the attitude that punishes women for their sexuality and rewards men for theirs.”
Full article via Glamour magazine: President Barack Obama on Feminism and the World He Wants to Leave His Daughters
There goes my conscientious objection to buying women’s magazines
Girl, get it. GET IT.
Though… Fuck me, now I have to buy Cosmopolitan.
“Go on, take the money and run.”
Wait, what? There’s a woman shaped like me on a magazine cover? A fitness magazine cover?
The hell? Is that even legal? Holy shit, is the world ending?
I’d already been feeling fairly decent about my body lately…but THIS?
Damn, I’m an American woman whose self-esteem seems to be hovering around normal — someone better send out a rep from Corporate to shut that shit down.
That’s probably why there are ads inside the magazine, just to remind me that I am, in fact, too big for my britches.