Rebekah Kuschmider

We will not be having our first woman president and I, for one, must grieve. A dream deferred.

A group of “heterosexual, masculine men” who follow the ideals of Daryush “Roosh” Valizadehhas had to cancel a day of global meet ups because safety and privacy concerns.

A guy named Dave Johnson swears up and down that the Ramsey family staged the whole thing and then went on to live new lives as the Perry family. He cites Katy Perry’s eyebrows as proof. "You know, the eyebrows don't change much on a person," he claims. "You're born with your eyebrows.”

With four and a half days left before this election ends once and for all, I am probably not alone in my obsession with polls. And I’m probably not the first to admit that this is not a healthy way to be living.

While the campaign strategy of insulting minorities, women, immigrants, disabled people, and the LGBTQ community may win some electoral votes, it doesn’t make creative people — many of whom are women, minorities, immigrants, disabled, LGBTQ, or allies of the aforementioned — want to be seen on a stage with him.

There are a lot of legitimate reasons to get stuck at work. Last minute conference calls. Emergency orders coming in that need fulfillment.

Nike is getting ready to debut a line of sport hijabs for Muslim athletes.

“Sometimes a lady has to be told when she’s being nasty.”

In a world shrunken down to the size of a phone screen, we don’t always even connect with another person’s eyes. Going someplace to touch and be touched might reaffirm our humanity.

If you’re like me, you’ve probably been getting annual pelvic exams since you were a teenager. You did this because conventional wisdom told you that you needed a Pap smear and a physical exam to keep your vagina and uterus up and running. Also, your doctor probably held your birth control prescription hostage every year until you came in to get checked out.