Here's my latest Huffington Post blog about the controversy surrounding a woman who was not allowed to breastfeed inside a Victoria's Secret store.
I mean, really? Please someone tell me that's not a store policy.
Read more here: An Open Letter to Victoria's Secret...
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
When I saw this headline from The Onion, Woman Takes Short Half-Hour Break From Being Feminist To Enjoy TV Show, I laughed and cringed at the same time.
PORTLAND, OR—Saying that she just wanted a little time to relax and “not even think about” confining gender stereotypes, local health care industry consultant Natalie Jenkins reportedly took a 30-minute break from being a feminist last night to kick back and enjoy a television program.
Jenkins, 29, told reporters that after a long and tiring day at her office, all she wanted to do was return home, sit down on her couch, turn on an episode of the TLC reality show Say Yes To The Dress, and treat herself to a brief half hour in which she could look past all the various and near constant ways popular culture undermines the progress of women.
I immediately got a guilty/funny flash in my tummy.
|From The Onion|
Umm, hee, hee…I’m a feminist, but umm…I kind of like to, well…
I get a divine rush of—oh my God, how could she?!—when I read about what Kim Kardashian wore or did.
My fingers tremble to reach out and pick up that copy of People at the grocery store checkout to find out if Jennifer Aniston is finally pregnant.
I secretly dream I have huge breasts and wear push-up bras and low-cut sweaters.
I like how my legs look when I wear heels.
I wish my wrinkles would magically disappear overnight.
I swoon when my husband opens the car door for me.
I enjoy Miley Cyrus’ Wrecking Ball song and video.
And yes, even though the lyrics can be seen as kind of “rapey” and women are being objectified, I don’t turn the channel when Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines is on the radio (unless my kids are in the car).
Phew. I feel better after my little confession.
Now back to the originally scheduled Sheila.
What are your dirty, not-fighting-the-fight secrets that you do not want anyone to know?
Come on…I dare you…