Sarah Gladstone

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.

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.”

No one wants to have to say, “Shalom! I’m a child of Israel, and you are . . . ?”

If there’s even a chance that smartphones are connected to cancer why the fuck do we keep using them?

Film festivals are the Fashion Week of the movie world – where the filmmakers congregate to present their art and where the hype and rumors are bor

Comic book heroes are part of an American tradition that spans across age, community, and social subcultures. But let’s be real.

Why are women so content with being a cold, distant, light-stealing stone?

It’s that lovely spring floral and festival season and we are officially in a perfect Goldie Locks type weather situation: not too hot, not too cold, but just the right climate for biking. So which towns have the best bikeability?

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

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