If you read my previous post, you know I talked about how I am obsessed with Love Island (if you have not read it, you should! Then come back to this post.) I always felt like you could not be a feminist, and support these types of shows, but I am learning you can, and […]Read More How to be a Feminist and Watch Love Island
For the uninitiated, being a feminist can be hard to wrap your head around. What am I to believe? What am I to think? Am I a feminist? The chances are if you are even asking yourself these questions you are more than likely already a feminist. To help further explore what it means to […]Read More What Does it Mean to be a Feminist?
We all have our guilty pleasures. For some people, it is eating a pint of chocolate ice cream and for some people it is watching their favorite show. My guilty pleasure is watching Love Island. I used to be ashamed to admit that I am obsessed with Love Island as a feminist because it reinforces […]Read More I hate that I love Love Island.
In a society where people meet their significant others on dating apps, “Hook-Up Culture” is prevalent amongst college-aged individuals, and the phrase “Let’s keep things casual” defines many relationships. Although I am a firm believer in people expressing their sexualities freely, I do think we need to acknowledge that not all people experience intimacy in […]Read More Let’s Have a Conversation About Intimacy
At the end of freshman year, I went out with a group of friends. The night started innocently enough— we tried on different outfits, played our favorite songs and took millions of Snapchats and Instagram photos. It was supposed to be a final hurrah before finals week started, a night of unadulterated fun before we’d […]Read More Sorry, Maroon 5, But Getting Drugged Isn’t a Party
This year has been a big one for me. I have felt myself be challenged. I have learned more than I ever thought possible. And I have become confident in myself in ways I never thought were going to be possible for me. Going into senior year, I wasn’t really sure what to expect. But […]Read More The Year of Robin
So there’s this story. It hasn’t been told much, at least this specific one hasn’t, but it begs to be told. It begs to be heard because it’s like so many other stories. It was the summer before her senior year of high school. Summer in the suburbs with short shorts, bonfires, and house parties. […]Read More That Summer Night: A Story Kept Under Sheets