Our society has a complex relationship with breasts. They are symbols of lust, the subject of comparisons, and tools for nourishing our children. We are barraged with sexually-explicit images of cleavage and nips. We compare the size of our breasts with those of our friends, yet secretly (mistakenly so!) assume the girl with the biggest boobs is the biggest slut.… READ THE REST
This year my daughter will start Kindergarten. Which means I am naturally already having crippling anxiety over her first day of high school. You guys, WHAT THE HECK WAS HIGH SCHOOL?
I went to the principal’s office once. I asked him to repaint the bathroom stalls.… READ THE REST
When I was 8 years old I told my mother about a boy I liked at school. He had blond hair and was wicked good at four-square. At recess if I was it, he was the only one I ever tagged.… READ THE REST