When I was a teenager, I felt very certain that I was not a feminist. I didn’t exactly understand the textbook definition of feminism, but I had a pretty good sense from the negative connotation I had gleaned while growing up in a narrowly Christian setting.
The thing is, I’m not a mom. I’m not even a trendy lifestyle blogger. I’m a 19 year old with my whole life ahead of me. In this century, I have so much more freedom to choose what I want to do with that life.
Full-time servants played a pivotal—and complicated—role for elite families of the past. How has this relationship evolved?
Why domestic violence in the NFL is dangerous—not just for victims, but for our whole society.
Yesterday, it happened again: While attempting to make breakfast, the kitchen transformed into a stage for my latest unintended slapstick routine.