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.

The Millennial Generation has been called every variation of lazy ingrate that the Baby Boomers and Generation X-ers could think of. And with YOLO as a point of reference, who could blame them?

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

New moms do their best to bring their babies up in a care-free bubble that blissfully floats above the sick, sad world the rest of us live in.

Even if those muscles remain mostly unflexed, there is a potential violence that’s present in the flash of a badge or the barrel of a gun.

Word bombs like "hey baby" or “let me see that smile" create metaphysical clashes on the streets calling into question whether petulant catcalls are misogynistic (but harmless) or are actually societally sanctioned sexual abuse.

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.”

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

Lady Gaga, an endangered

The 21st century is a full blown teenager now.