Winona Dimeo-Ediger

Here's what I want to ask the guy who used this airplane bathroom right before me:

1. Dude, seriously?

If you don’t have a pair of pixie pants, girl, you need to get a pair of pixie pants.

Dear Winona,

As we prepare to take to the streets to protest the inauguration of a racist, sexist, xenophobic demagogue, we need to LOOK GOOD doing it.

When I felt a familiar wave of insecurity creeping up and threatening to mute my movements, I looked to you for inspiration, and I danced even bigger.

I call this happiness by proxy

5. You start feeling insecure about the distinct lack of rappers in your social circle.

I’ve always hated shopping for dresses in general (I’m seriously supposed to track down one garment that fits properly on my chest, waist, arms, and hips simultaneously?), and finding the right thing to wear to a wedding is always tricky (do they really mean casual?).

Dear Sensitive Soul: Are you having a hard time right now? Me too. I think a lot of us are.

The other day I met up with my friend Paige at a coffee shop. She went to the bathroom, came back, and said, “So, the toilet paper roll was empty, and I almost didn’t put a new roll on, but then I thought, ‘Be the change you want to see in the world,’ and I changed it.” She beamed triumphantly, and I said, “Paige, you’re a hero.”