Back in April, when a woman from Philly decided to follow in Toronto's footsteps and organize a SlutWalk—basically a demonstration against "slut-shaming" and the blame game associated with rape—the plans garnered lots of attention and more than 1,400 supporters on Facebook.
Sick of measure after measure, new legal stipulation after stipulation passing, aimed at limiting access to abortion—locally and nationally—like this past week's Foxx amendment, which ensures that no tax dollars will be spent to train health-care providers to perform abortions. Abortion, mind them, remains a legal and crucial medical procedure for women in spite of the Draconian regulations suddenly being placed on it left and right.
I hadn't really thought hard about Oprah's departure from the afternoon television scene until a radio personality (actually—a male radio personality) waxed poetic about it a few mornings ago.
Oprah taught him how to respect women and be tender toward them, he rambled with feeling, his co-hosts adding their own two cents about the impact she had on women in the fleeting world of TV talk shows—but not without teasing him that he's a guy who likes Oprah. I was transfixed. Sure, Oprah made a major mark on the world—not only in pop culture, but in philanthropy and, to an extent that maybe I hadn't realized before, for women.
Two teen girls from Texas have left the Girl Scouts after—gasp—learning that the organization has, in their words, a "pro-abortion mindset." They've also started a website to expose "the truth about Girl Scouts."
Somewhere, George W. is breathing a sigh of relief at realizing that he's actually not the dumbest thing to come out of the Lone Star state.
Earlier this week, an e-mail from Women’s Health magazine found its way into my inbox (and not because I’m a subscriber or even a regular reader). Normally, I may have written it off, but the topic—and the text of one of the mag's May 2011 features pasted into the message body—caught my eye.
A well-played op-ed column ran in Wednesday's New York Times in which Gail Collins smartly picked apart the anti-Planned Parenthood front's "logic" (or, more accurately, lack thereof), poking holes in it with those little things we like to call facts.