If you want to know if misogyny is alive and well, just read the comments section of any viral feminist piece. If only I got a few more ducats for every time I was called the A word — “aggressive.”
At least they didn’t call me a bitch. I think.
It certainly wouldn’t be the last time a woman was called a bitch. Unbeknownst to her, Ruth Bader Ginsburg’s nickname amongst her law school classmates was “the bitch.” After Ginsburg was nominated for the Supreme Court in 1993, a classmate confessed the moniker to Ginsburg.
Her response — "Better bitch…
I found my sacred masterpiece in a profane place — my mother’s trash bin. She had been cleaning out the basement, and one of my paintings was peaking out of the trashcan.
She gave me a sheepish grin and explained, “I just don’t have space for it.”
Considering that most paintings hang on walls, not taking up space, I knew my mom was fibbing. But the painting was crap, so I didn’t blame her for tossing it. (I went through a “yellow period” in which all my paintings looked like someone had vomited bile on them.)
But I couldn’t resist…
In 2014, Elliot Rodger, 22, parked his black BMW coupe, pressed record on his video camera, and spoke the words that would make him the anti-hero to thousands in the manosphere.
“The girls are not sexually attracted to me. And I have a major problem with that…That’s a problem I intend to rectify.”
And he meant it.
Rodger calmly bought himself a triple vanilla latte from Starbucks and then drove to the Alpha Phi sorority house in Isla Vista, California. He knocked on the sorority house door but no one answered. …
On July 29, 1890, Vincent van Gogh wandered out to a field in Auvers-Sur-Oise, a village less than an hour north of Paris. He made his way past the sprawling wheat fields and along the Rue Daubigny. And with the first morning light dancing through the dense forest, he set down his canvas and began to paint.
But this time, he chose to paint a different subject — twisted and gnarled tree roots. Art historians were even able to pinpoint the exact location of his last painting by these unique trees.
Unfortunately, Van Gogh never finished the painting.
If you are a single male, there is no shortage of dating advice on “picking up” women.
Most of this nonsense began in 2005 with Neil Strauss’s bestselling book, The Game: Undercover in the Secret Society of Pick-up Artists. Strauss shined an ugly blacklight on pickup artists, or “PUAs” — an underground society of men sharing manipulation tips on how to get laid.
I stress the manipulation part. These men do not practice the art of seduction. The pickup artist focuses on conquest, not connection. They even refer to women as “targets.”
And Strauss is their dissonant mascot. With his…
It’s that time of year. When happy graduates throw their caps into a bright future. And parents are thankful their kids have been edified by all those trigonometry, literature, and history lessons.
But not so fast. Our teens may know how to find the missing angle of an isosceles triangle but have they cut their teeth on the sharp angles of life? Probably not. And that school of life is never a pass/fail lesson.
The following life skills are often not taught in schools. Here’s how to give your children this invaluable education.
Whom you choose to love is the…
I found my love of philosophy later in life. Marcus Aurelius was my first crush. He taught me that it was not events that caused me pain but my response to them. And so, I learned to control my response to my misfortunes. If life ever throws your health a nasty curveball, or you need to leave a toxic relationship, read any of the Stoic philosophers.
Unfortunately, many never learn philosophy. I blame it on the school system that values rogue memorization over real meaning. But it’s never too late to leap into a heroic mind.
The following philosophers offer…
On our first date, he showed me who he was — a successful immigration attorney. He regaled me with heroic tales of helping people reunite with their families, and I admired his passion and altruism. Sure, he was very attractive and charming. But that’s not what hooked me. My mom always taught me, “You only find gold when you see into someone’s heart.”
On our second date, he again showed me who he was — a grieved father separated from his wife, going through a contentious divorce. …
When it comes to famous scientific discoveries, the truth often gets lost under layers of fable making.
These myths get repeated in school books and become the cherished lore that keeps us striving toward greatness. We want to believe that scientific discoveries follow a linear path from hypothesis to discovery. But the truth is hairier than a drooling dog.
So here’s the real story behind some of the most famous scientific experiments.
Where would the world be without the willy polymath Benjamin Franklin and his many inventions? To start, my aching eyes thank him. But aside from bifocals, there was…
In 2013, my body betrayed me. Now, every two months, the chemo courses through my veins to mend this broken vessel.
I still love my body. I also hate my body.
I don’t hate my body because it isn’t thin or pretty enough. That hook lost its worm a long time ago. I hate my body because it had the audacity to change before I was ready for it to change.
All women’s bodies change. Our bodies bloat and bleed every month. Our bones break, and our spines curve. Our faces wrinkle, and our skin sags. …