Vagina Wars

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve been at war with my vagina for about three decades. It’s unfortunate, feeling this way about such a powerful, awe-inspiring organ – one around which I shape most of my identity. The truth is, I’m not that stoked to be a woman. A lot of the time, it’s a huge drag. At…

To the Next Generation: Don’t Make Work Your Calling

[sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I grew up with two hard-working parents who weren’t totally happy with their jobs. In fact, a lot of the time, they were walking tumbleweeds of worry and frustration. This led me to the (quite logical) conclusion that MY job should ALWAYS be enjoyable – and that the only way to accomplish this…

What I Learned From Quitting Facebook

A word about self-confidence from the girl who (almost) shit her pants in 10th grade.  [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]At 16, I came thiiiiiis close to being the first girl at Trinity Christian to crap her pants in the hallway. It had to have happened before… and it probably happened after I graduated… but, to my utter…

How to Un-Friend IRL

Ghosting is so 2018. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]Remember middle school? You’d start the year sitting with Jemima (or Betsy or whomever) at lunch, proudly declaring your friendship to the world with those glittery “best friend” heart necklaces from Claire’s. You’d plan sleepovers so you could choreograph fake music videos to Spice Girls and No Doubt while…

Poop Culture

Stop holding in farts, dear. You look like a blowfish. [sg_popup id=”1403″ event=”inherit”][/sg_popup]I’ve always been frustrated with the state of poop culture in America. In my early years, I always pottied with the door open. As an only child – a “single kid,” as my husband likes to say – of parents who insisted on…