Sarah Gladstone

The internet is weird and gross and hilarious and helpful.

As Americans we have fallen prey to a particular "look" —namely white and thin—and suffer from an inability to shatter it. The result? A backhanded compliment of the hybrid variety: “You’re pretty . . . for a black girl.”

So, you missed a few (or all) of the Oscar nominated movies this year. It's OK.

Kids see it, we see it, the American people see it: Disney princesses perpetuate an unrealistic portrayal of the female body.

Shutting the door on kids who don't fall within the confines of "the norm" is not a viable option.

Miley seems to be predictable only in the sense that we can always expect a controversy spilling from her lips. (Or loins.)

The success of the Oscars relies on the efforts of many key people.

All I heard was “positive."

Beneath the ear-worming melodies and undeniable pop-froth of the '90s was a latent feminist agenda that's still informing the woman I am today.

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