Joni Edelman

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I'll never forget the day I discovered the name for my mental illness.

Silly me, I thought the darn thing took care of itself. Little did I know I was sorely mistaken and had a vagina complex.

When it comes to your physique, your mind can actually work against you.

Body politics activist. Photographer. Chronic quoter of Monty Python. Unapologetic fat chick.

“I don’t even know what to say, Joni. Your baby isn’t alive.”

We've got Trump, Vladimir, Comey, and all the other players lined up for you. Here are the facts, followed by our IRL translation, to make sure you know that you know all abouts that latest (and possibly tenure-ending) Trump scandal.

My mother didn't teach me how to be a mother. But my babies did.

As long as I can remember having paid attention to the media, I can remember a woman's weight—or body in general—being a news story.

Can we just take a pause to consider all of the total fucking bullshit to which we subject ourselves?