To pluck, or not to pluck, a feminist rant

“Ew what the hell is that on your legs -” Oh, you mean the leg hair that fifty percent of the population feel they must scour off their skin, encase young girls feel empowered to accept their normal and natural bodies. “That’s disgusting and unhygienic -” Actually, it’s very hygienic, otherwise, men would be falling to the…

“You should eat more!”

Let me start by saying that I have been very small since birth. Being a twin meant that from my first glorious breath I was a screaming, red, tiny baby that barely fit in an adult’s arms without slipping, what they don’t know is that my size was a ploy to slip and escape the grasp…

The expectations of a girl in a club

The man comes up to me. His spirited eyes hold nothing of pain, frustration or anger. His hands too smooth to have worked more than a day, no lines of stress puncturing his face…No this was a boy, not a man. Hair matted down by the intoxicating heat of the club, or perhaps his mismatch…