This month we’re looking back on all the strange and wonderful food jobs people have held during the summer. Whether it’s a job at a local scoop shop, a grocery store, or the concession stand at a baseball field, the skills and memories you gather in those short, hot months usually turn out to be invaluable. Here’s Bex vanKoot on her summer running her own business at a baseball field.
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I wasn’t always a witch. Or a feminist. I lived a sheltered life as a child. We weren’t rich by any means. My parents struggled, sacrificed, and worked long hours to give us the things they never had. I took swimming lessons and learned to play violin, was a Girl Guide, and joined summer sports teams. But we lived in a small town and then a farm, a place that felt far away from the harsh realities of war and famine. No matter how many times my parents told me, “Life isn’t fair!” I never stopped believing that it should be.
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Ravishly, where we celebrate the mess of being human. A community for sharing what makes us tick, what ticks us off, plus pictures of our dogs (or cats – inclusivity is important). We laugh. We cry. We do it all together.
I don’t know that I’ve ever really trusted doctors.
My mother, a nurse as long as I’ve known her, tried to teach me to advocate for myself. She told me to ask questions, to do my own research, to know what I was getting myself into, and to remember that those men — because they were always men — were not omnipotent gods, but fallible humans just like her, just like me, just like you. They just happened to also be the gatekeepers of adequate health.
Dating as a polyamorous woman brings with it a lifetime’s worth of misconceptions and jealousies. Add a few extra layers of fat to that experience, and things can get depressing real fast. As a non-single, fat, polyamorous woman, I can’t tell you how often I’ve been questioned about my confidence, self-worth, who I am, and why I’m into what I’m into.
“I’m tired of being the better person,” I whined into the phone to my mother. Read More
The best feminist Facebook groups are secret. And the most notorious are the most difficult to maintain. But there is an incredible value in the emotional labour of moderating online feminist spaces, so long as there are enough of us to keep up the work. Read More
While Canadian Halloween traditions certainly don’t lack for macabre, we tend to focus on some combination of the sexy and the scary, living out our personal fantasies. Maybe it’s this reason that so many of us are drawn to traditions like Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead). Read More
4 tips that will help you embrace your yoga body and appreciate its capacity for movement and meditation.
The rules and regulations of Wicca have always felt foreign to me, even as an eager sixteen-year-old babywitch devouring every new age book I could get my hands on and trying desperately to find a path I could call my own. Read More