“There was a lot of pressure to bring out ‘whales,’ and talk about how you got this beer or how long you waited in line. For lack of a better term, it was a dick-measuring contest, and I wasn’t tasting anything.”
“Abortion” isn’t a cuss. It’s healthcare.
“Being a trans woman who’s a lifter is not the most common thing in the world. It feels really good being here.”
96 percent of Georgia counties have no abortion provider, and 58 percent of Georgia women of reproductive age live in those counties.
“How can we resist these toxic systems that want us to be disconnected, that want us to work 80 hours a week, that want us to feel like we’re not worthy unless we’re producing something? This isn’t just about naps.”
It’s a white T-shirt, a pair of sensible heels, a chambray blouse. It’s pretty hard to get wrong.
Mathematizing one’s intake can feel at odds with our modern way of talking about health and wellness. It’s the stuff of rice cakes and Olestra chips — a hallmark of a bygone era.
Terms like “detox” and “cleanse” have gained credence in a post-Goop world, but the idea of ridding ourselves of our own internal filth has been around for much longer.
Cuddle up to “verminfluencers,” the quintessential millennial pet.
“We spend a majority of our lives here. We’re all at our best and worst together.”