Sameera Salih Ali al-Nuaimy, a female lawyer working to advance women’s rights in Iraq, was tortured and publicly executed by the Islamic State (ISIS), according to a statement last Thursday by the United Nations human rights commissioner.
This vicious display of violence by the Islamic State – a fundamentalist Islamic group operating from Syria’s Mediterranean coast to south of Baghdad that…
We all know about the mainstream female artists and bands who have created a more welcoming environment in pop and mainstream music for women and feminists: Lorde, Nicki Minaj, Charlie XCX, Mariana and the Diamonds, and—of course—Beyoncé. While some of these may be deemed controversial at times, they still offer a more welcoming environment for women in a hyper-sexualized, patriarchal industry.…
There is no mistake in saying that black men in the United States are unfairly and disproportionately affected by the law enforcement and justice systems in the country. It’s true. Black–and, at different rates, other racial and ethnic minority–males are incarcerated at about five and a half times the ratewhite men are, despite committing similar crimes at similar rates. Young, unarmed men like…
During freshman year, I became very good friends with my roommates. We were such good friends, in fact, that we remained roommates throughout our undergraduate years. Our friendship blossomed because we were open to learning about one another, shared a similar sense of humor, a love of food and Law and Order: SVU, and many other similarities though we came from different parts of New York.
“Clitoris,” is a word used to describe a part of the female body that exists purely for sexual pleasure, and quite literally embodies the pervasive ignorance and stigma towards female sexuality that exists across all societies. Recently, this ignorance became alarmingly apparent when I sat down to play a card game with a group of both male and female coworkers.
In the game, Cards Against…
Don’t press rewind
Don’t press pause
Don’t look back.
I tell myself this every morning when I wake up and drag myself out of my dreams.
I’m okay, I’m okay, don’t let it consume you.
Don’t let the past haunt you.
The dark always lingers. I fight every day to push it into the light to be burned away.
Don’t let it come back. Don’t even think about it.
Mama always used to set the table at 5:30.
Her dainty brown fingertips would be careful not to grab any glass with too much force or yank any plate out from the dishwasher before it’s time—
Mama Ferguson considered motherhood to be an art.
She let her boy go out and play on her sidewalks because these streets were her realm of domesticity,
but he had to be back by the time the first streetlight…
“Am I a self hating black woman if I put this weave back in?”
As she’s waiting in the chair at her sister’s house, with her head feeling like it was on fire from the tight set of cornrows her sister had just completed, her older sister, who has locs down pass her shoulder, is prepping for a sewn in weave. Before even braiding her hair, she had to shampoo and moisturize first. Once that was all…