Category: social justice

Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up

Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up

On Saturday, I wore a tiger striped hot pink pussy hat, held a sign that said, “This Pussy Grabs Back,” and marched. It’s a long story that I’ll save for another time, but I didn’t make it to DC, and instead marched in Pittsburgh. I am sad and disappointed I couldn’t make it to DC,...

Marching for equality in 2017

Marching for equality in 2017

This weekend, I’m heading to the Women’s March on Washington. I could have chosen to attend a march in my home city of Pittsburgh, but as soon as the march was announced, I knew I wanted to be in Washington. My budget is tight right now, and attending the march will definitely put a strain...

If Donald Trump Grabbed My Pussy: A Poem

If Donald Trump Grabbed My Pussy: A Poem

Donald Trump thinks I would let him grab my pussy because he is a “star” because he has money because he has gotten away with this kind of abuse before. He would be wrong. If you think that my political views make me weak or out of touch with reality, Let me assure you: I...

Eating as political act

Eating as political act

I spend much of my Sundays in the kitchen, preparing food for the coming week. This is not a simple domestic ritual to me, though I enjoy it immensely. No, fermenting my own yogurt, baking my own granola, and cooking all my beans instead of getting them from cans is a radical political act. Here’s...

I am not your dear

I am not your dear

Working in public service means I see people of all kinds: tall, short, black, white, fat, skinny, quiet, loud, obnoxious, wonderful, intelligent, not-so-intelligent, drunk, high, high on life, downtrodden, hopeful, etc. (For the record, drunk and/or high people are not allowed in the library and are asked to please come back later when they are...